Lyrics:
Kennedy
Rip Tupac, Juicewrld, notorious BIG
Your negativity
Im innocent
Roll a blunt
We're living Bitch
I'm With my homies in the Studio
Coming home
problems as ya get notorious, inglorious
Until you're a big victorious, no show
Only way ya get to see the kid is through a photo
Or burnt up logos,
To rage against machine punch drunk
Instead of search for twerks while dodging that machine gun funk
Hide the doobie
Tongue tied talking to the cops loopy
Handle my problems baby
Don't need no conversation
I need a compilation of money showers
Fist high like I got the power
I'm Flo
Got hella
Mind futuristic
final form
Had to tell them niggas stop it
Had to kick a door
A notorious accomplish
No need to gloat
I been trying hard
Like alcoholics on the AA floor
But just give me a chance, 'cause deep down inside
I swear I got a big heart of gold
I'm a monogamous man, no more one-night stands
Come on,
a pimp-machine
Sometimes I wish that pretty bitch still was mine
But, I got the image of a pimp, and I stay true to it all the time
[Chorus]
Image
comin' wit shit to _Make 'Em Say Ugh!_ like that Master P shit
I'll be hangin' wit niggas that's _Ready To Die_ like Notorious BIG shit
Don't be fuckin'
machines
Intellectual things that you wouldn't understand
All of which are cloud-based
All the servers, they got chips, all engraved with my face
I don't
A primetime prize
It's one big rosy-hued, hollow-hearted focus group
Guided by the patterns of what we consume
Decisions in aggregate, equations cased in skin
I'm unique, I got soul out my sneak-er
A dope female, with the fat tail
I never liked college, so yo, fuck Yale!
If you don't know me by now I'm
the machine
What I need is a great big
Need is a great big
Pause
While the world been a crumblin, genuine is humblin
Feedin into keepin alive
Busy been
finna make it big up out my city like notorious
Feeling like a bad step child ain't no controlling him got something to move call Lyft and we gone follow
spiritual essence
And he goes by the name of, uh
Hood
Check your rhyme, punk that ass or get got, F it (shit)
I lick buckshots, Hood, madman, I rip up
as notorious
One side I got it I untie
I'm modest but if I
Don't want it then sit tight
Cuz I've been round the city
City looking back just wanting pennies when
Everyday's a big cipher to me
Writing raps like Frida painted
Pain into medicine
We freeze the moment and edit it
Fire in penmanship
Feel it all, don't
I love niggas
From small time crooks to big-time drug dealers
My homeboyz, the only thing a nigga got left
I love my niggas to death, we ain't
to make it
Signs a nondisclosure agreement and belts out her parts
It's hard cause I got bars that are big uppin' Woody Allen
But maybe he's a predator
by feel heat -- they wanna compete --- put me the hot seat - I got things on my mind ---- like marketing plans and promotional plans ---- licensing
I saw you there by the record machine
Prettiest girl that I've ever seen
She's wearin all black and some worn out jeans
Cali lifestyle, shes a beauty
open
Loading up the big truck, we the ones wbo bought the coffins
Rollin sticky, big blunts, puffin grunts it got me coughin
Fifty pills stuffed in
won't, so get back
Big gats spray and get no work when he on the porch smokin crack
Why girls want to be Satan to the niggas incarcerated, I got one
poppin these bars and not like fein
I got my stick by my waist by my jeans
Feel like I'm Michael I'm doin this lean
I press withdraw n it broke the machine
won't, so get back
Big gats spray and get no work when he on the porch smokin crack
Why girls want to be Satan to the niggas incarcerated, I got one
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