Lyrics:
going places, your going bald
I'm making money while your humping walls
I know that I'm cool and I'm fly
You can go hate, well you can try
The talent show
They say he ain't down to earth, well I was down before the earth came out
I was popping before corn came out
The eighth wonder of the planet but you
a cassette, and pop it in the tape deck
Album or eight-track, as long as it ain't wack
Funk is addictive, but not like crack black
I'm hip to the old shit,
rappers coming down fast
Over-looked by zombies on xans
I will not be changing no plans
You can bury me in the sand
If you think 8 week rappers all that
So
I really tried to tell everybody how I felt
And they just laughed at me
Well, fuck it then
Hahaha, it's Dax
Yeah
Last time I that talked you
made him manic
Schizophrenic and such
I did my dance, they hit the panic button
Vanished and rushed
So I returned here to fight crime
Pipe down on these
Be by myself never cordial
Wish I could take a portal
To the moon I know I'm not normal
Out of me they wanna get a rise
But I'm all clear
Blue skies
If I do you can find me dying
One hit wonder times infinity
That's me
Music is my twin we look like Mary Kate and Ashley
Maybe not
You bet the gist
Yeah man
You already know what's going down
Yung Sky hit me up, said he needed a feature
You better turn up for your boys for the one time
T1
They
might just leave em in aw
But give a phucc bout what they thinkin
This is your life huuh
Party til dawn daily, sippin King Cobra crazy
Getting hit by six
second album
A lit fuse, well that makes two
Clipping heads like a hairdresser
That's lewd
My rhymes taste like a hearty soup
Wholeheartedly no excuse
(Right, yeah)
Got him on my side so you know we’ll be alright (This right here a banger homie)
This the last hoorah, the final chapter till the future
I pull out wit 6 figures
I can ride alone
By myself I'm a hitta
Buz I'll be the one that gon pull on this trigger
I just hit a lick
For bout 45
from them demons
Do you hear me lord
Still tempted by these women
Cuz they insta thots and insta whores
They wanting more
I'm having less
Material but
Senior Constable George Devine had been sleeping soundly when he was suddenly
woken by the sound of a galloping horse. It was Saturday, February 8
swimming in it
Album almost done, dawg
I'm bout to hit 'em with it
Never Too Different, bro
Who got a difference with it?
Bitches, bitches
Bitch in
to say bitch?
Well save it
All I have is long dick for the tasting so open up and see how much you can take in
Before I do this ritual with shell casings
for the kill
Yeah I hit him still with that big big big big bang
Hit em with a one two, yo, what's poppin
I got some brand new drip that I'm rocking
I
To be honest im just disappointed in myself
That when we met the first time
I would never hit your cell
Well, we work well, but we wouldnt work so
Yeah, early 2014 I was on the Knock Madness tour
I was mad about it, I half-assed my album cause I really didn't know what I was rapping for
I was
fit in them
Don't abide by your rules, I do it myself
Supply less, demand more
If you ain't like this, then why you a fan for?
When it hits the fan,
Of the last chance
To restore the endangered
Without hidden agendas
Wouldn't that be splenda
Take it up on the TV
Stickin' 'em up while the CDC
Distracted by
( I ain’t even gon front... niggaz can’t do what I do cause, I’m a one of one. On top of that I’m Different By Choice)
Nigga, I’m Different By
a while
By the end of the week we'll be wild n out
We ve been waiting on Friday
To be in this party-eh-eh
Party-eh-eh
We ve been waiting on Friday
To be in
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