Lyrics:
Tried to hit me with no contact but we still know you a bitch
Swear to God this bitch is broke, she gets her drugs by flashing tits
They see me step out
name
Y'all still counting streams for bucks
I fell down, my name got me back up
Now I write it in my taxes
Look at what my name become
You claiming top 5
with them
(You bring yours I'll bring mine)
What goes around comes back in town
(You'll get yours in due time)
Do I really have desire to flow
of by the others, they said we're better than you
I could care less about what you think about the things I do
Shut the heck up, I know you don't like me
a threat that's growin with ya, step from the hills to the best
I prove that I'm witty by usin my mind
I spit from my heart so you don't confuse me with
with my next release
CUT THE CHECK, I suggest you invest in extra ink
My next album should raise the brow of every man, woman and child
And today, I
Lined em up at Fort Knox
To die in Iraq
You don't know I rock?
What you under a rock?
Old cats beggin' us to bring that beat back
Each generation
(Hey there)
These aren't actual lyrics in my song but a lil message
Thank you for clicking on my album
And I hope I can make a change in your taste
thunder
Now I feel strange when I walk by his mother
It's fucked up that's how the ball bounce
The cookie crumbles
That's what the guns do dead you
So I could tell you about it
I knew it when I stole her book from a box full
That was taken away
By our new landlord
I stayed up all night reading
you, not just 'cause I want to 'cause I got to, put the squad on your back did the impossible
It's only logical I spit from the heart, brown paper bag
backed by bullies who be peelin' caps
I sack a rapper like linebacker, play my rhyme backwards
You can hear the Devil speak his mind with fine graphics
putting up a fight
With holding back my mind and being lazy
I don't care if someone will come and hate me
It's a part of the game and you won't be able
Bystanders standin' by, thinkin' oh, what a mess
Blast through every hickie that them bitches put on your neck
What the fuck do you expect, when the slugs
writing a fucking album's gonna change a thing
I doubt that
Except maybe change perception for those no doubt would
Hate to see you down like they way
, I will shit on you
I remain fatter than gluttony
Tapin' bombs on the back of record companies
Blow 'em up if they ain't want me
The national
you think
Cause I've been boding all of these rappers with ease
I've been running all these bases now I'm back to my tee
I've started to touch base with
Lihou is back in action
My last album was only part of me, I wasn't whole, and that's a fraction
Cause I'm the one on top of these lines, you guys are
I'm snapping
Got you throwin your phone, like you lost a game in Madden
Hey, that's all sad and
I think I caught you lackin
Anyway, let's get back
headed out to the lake and I'll be gone
All weekend long but I'll call you back when I get home on
Sunday afternoon and P.S. if this is Austin I still
in the rain
Then wanna f*ck with me when there's sunshine
No you ain't my homie you lyin'
Get yo a** back with the rest of the slimes
Ahead of my time
fresh
Pharaoh being snitched on
Mickey Pharaoh will not accept the blame
Mickey Pharaoh made
Made you say Pharaoh
Made my credit billionaire Brand
Gold
Hey 'Pac, it's yo' boy
Hey man so far I've been listenin' to your album
And I ain't heard nothin' you could kick back and smoke a beadie to
You
a fool’s mistake
For goodness sake wanna record a track today
Came to the stu and they tell you bruh not today come back another day
Came back the other day
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