Lyrics:
(Uh) I might have a couple missed calls
Keep my phone on dnd
I see niggas like to leach
They hit my jack but we don't speak
I ain't answerin nomo
on the mike it's like propaganda, no doubt
"Boy you should've known by now"
Compton's in the house
Yeah, it's time to put Compton on the map, don't ever
just gone play
And bitches be trippin cause they dont wanna
Ever stay down with a nigga, when a niggas doin bad
So I get my cash and I act mad
I mashed
choice regrettable
If you don't really like my music, that's respectable
I ain't gone kap, it's very questionable
But when I get the world to hear my shit,
things
Escape whenever you want
They don't know
How I hit it by the fire
And your legs stretch wider and it just get tighter
They don't know
That you
do, I don't care I if get caught
The DA can play this motherfuckin' tape in court
I'll kill you
I ain't playin', hear what I'm sayin', homie I ain't
do, I don't care I if get caught
The DA can play this motherfuckin' tape in court
I'll kill you
I ain't playin', hear what I'm sayin', homie I ain't
to stay blotto
I must've struck the lotto
Pot the piss in, I got to living, didn't have Jack like I'm Chrissy (Ayyy)
Everybody sees you for who you are
So
Life handed me lemons
I jump back in the public eye and squirted lemon juice in it
By now you just wish I'd fucking die but I electrify
Get
of it i’m
Tired of you painting a bad
Picture of me i’ve been
Tired of it but you never seem to get tired
I even had to be in a relationship
With you
happened so quickly, so quick, by surprise
Right there in front of everyone's eyes
Greatest magic trick ever under the sun
Perfectly executed, skillfully
The good Lord came to me and said, boy, you gotta go where you don’t want to go
The good Lord came to me and said, boy, you gotta do what you don’t
of workin & feelin' compelled
Callin' my mama while grabbin' the llama, I can’t take it
I don't want no mo' problems, they real
I’m tired of feelin' like You
just got to get up and dance
cnd maybe read some books by Malcolm Nance.
I said frank now do me a favor
'Cause you know the election is over
To set your
She said if I wanted to the world could be mine, yeah (baby gangsta)
Rush you, don't wanna rush you
If I ever hurt you, it's not on purpose
We can
How the fuck you think I ever got this far?
By bootin' motherfuckers like a shootin' star
'Cause I'm out to show, that I'm a dope MC
Think crack had
You playing jack with the gangsters
And I got these niggas aiming at the box
Mama told me do it right
Told me I should never ever take the fastest route
get him back, yeah)
But we lost him (We lost)
And ever since that day feel like I lost it (Lost it)
I'm sick and tired of taking losses (Ah)
I only want
to me
We're hypnotized by
What they televised
Ik you're hearing me
Father please
Don't let them take my soul
Don't let them take my soul
They got me
if you wanna be tough
Cowboys I don't wanna
Hear ya' crying, I don't
Wanna hear ya' bellyaching
You gotta get on that horse and ride
(And I guess I'll
city (in my city)
I bet you wanna know what's on my mind
When I be sliding by mean mugging
Relieving some of this stress
Don't fuck with me you'll get
don’t stop for no one I just fly on by,
I got that instinct and my timing is right,
I’m so outta control I might take a life,
You can’t understand how I
get back and do some physical fitness
Jumpin' jacks, sit ups and push ups
Now pick up your brain
And come and lift up some heavy weights
Stupid, you
shoulder... ? Aw, you're fulla shit, man... ah, listen, by the way, before I go on; did you get those white albums I sent ya with the pencil on the front... ?
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