Lyrics:
Evading
Blast at the jacker then take what he pay me yeah
Blast at his ass if he raiding
Blast at his ass if he raiding
Rip apparatus, dont care about
a Klusterfuk)
Love it when the fans buy my memories,
By a landslide my energy, (growin' up low enough, musta sucked)
Will kill a man why try mimic me,
Cause
Whuoa
Eh
Oh Word
Scurrrrrrr
1,2,3,4,5,6,7
8,9,10 don't fuck with 12 I'm at 11
13 bad bitches feel like Im in heaven
Countin' up them bands like I'm
extension magnets (yeah)
12 AM in Atlanta I'm 'get up on these meds' ?
Shawty want a Xanny', I'm a pop that Perc' instead
If a nigga play, I already got
Future in the club, poppin bands on them hoes
Go ahead Gucci Mane, toss some grands on the floor
I'm gettin a table dance by a fine ass ho
Got me coming
I got these hoes by the neck
Line up to meet me that's just how it is
Everybody see me, I do not stress
Cuz all god gave me was these beats
(What's up, Jay Rock?) Shit, just the same old same old
Same fiends in the hood, chasing the best dope
Project hustling, chasing them pesos
It's
, we got 12 on our ass
And I can't talk about them bodies, feds on my ass
Catch his ass in traffic, know these bullets I got flip cars
Only drink red
the only place for you to be
The first 200 witches in the party were free
And all was well until the clock struck 12
Everybody jumped up and started raisin'
Took a lil break now i'm back to smash shit.
Said fuck a Glock copped an automatic.
Drop my thot i'll cop a bad bitch.
The type that'll slob me up in
is
Her specialty, after all hands come up
One by one "Oh my god, Rihmeek, "
Nicki groans exaggeratedly, invoking Meek's
Middle name for effect "Every
by a bald man
In a blue jumpsuit
With a super yacht
On route to the moon
We are the ones
Putting fuel in his rockets
Filling boxes
While he fills up
They like who that? who that
Oh thats Weas G
Stepping out the limousine, slick as vaseline
Fresh up out the magazine, hot as kerosene
Got ya shorty
fine and shit
High for this
High for this
30 up
All my niggas is 30 up
We stay pouring that purple that dirty cup
If you see red and blue better hurry up
cookies and milk[00:35.48]Too hot, get around, I can't sit still[00:38.04]Jumpsuit, yellows loud, going kill Bill, it's a movie[00:41.53]Take you back to my
I'm seeing through the whole apparatus
X-ray eyes covered by black glasses
Life is real when you started from the field
Made it to the end game and then
a poison cancer Up steps I found in the woods, above trees into moon lit skies, A flare melts off my balls, as ordered by my secrete fairy dancers Blood
From the land red, black and the green
Green is the land filled with royal seeds
Red is blood of the kings and queens
Black is my skin caged
boy
I'll shoot this mutherfucker til I
Burn my hand boy
Bust up in the court and shoot
The witness on the stand boy
This is my game ask everybody
In
boy
I'll shoot this mutherfucker til I burn my hand boy
Bust up in the court and shoot the witness on the stand boy
This is my game ask everybody in
tin can, a parakeet rescue caravan
Carpool with a chupacabra, bathtub filled with red hot lava
Interstate ramp held up by toothpicks, teaching
paid
I red the text, what that shit say?
I guess I got a short attention span
I learned it, get it straight from the source, fuck the middle man
a martyr
Dropping singles not albums like 1,2,3,4,5 tha Carter
These rhymes are sick in the head so lock me up like Jeffrey Dahmer
Tha Carter I’m talking Lil
it in your Revelation
Nyahbinghi come and drum dem down
Hey
Wake up I tell you Rise Up take flight
Babylon has crumbled
12 Tribes Unite
Wake up I tell
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