Lyrics:
and racks (and racks, and racks, and racks)
In church on a Sunday
I get it back to back, go to work on a Monday
White on white tracksuit, 'cause you know
The whole court room white, shit get awkward for real (all white)
You thinkin' ten, the judge offer the will
You hope your lawyer get killed (kill 'em)
I
pager, Off-White Guess jacket
Blue Air Max's, gold chains and curl kits
'93 Nissan wax job, the earliest
Big social, big personality, vocal
Played
by mid afternoon smoking blunts in my room
To whom ever this letter may concern
When bullets strike they burn more than the flesh of the ones hit
You
Errbody wana sell dope
Errbody wana be a killer
Somebody told me that life's hard
I said its harder to be a nigga
Born black in this white man world Is
And hypocrisy the name
Marilyn Manson has never celebrated the sad
Fact that America puts killers on
The cover of Time magazine
Giving them as much notoriety
white wings on the king has been steamin',
'Cause the green everything is really meanin',
Lusting for the cleaning,
By the angels, bang hell
stage by the front door
Your bitch like to party
Drunk off Bacardi
Henny or Duesse
It's anything you say
White girls I'm sorry
Don't play with Barbies
I'll sit alone
In my lonely room
Everyday hustle like William
Yeah
Everyday hustle like William
I'm chargin' a chicken just for the verse,
chants (shit)
I'm like, "I can't, but what about nuts?" (Yeah)
People erupt, whipped out the nuts, cheers
Off stage, head up to the dressing room
Lucky I'm mature now
I don't want smoke unless I can catch a body leave town
That's for sure now
Aston is four-door now
House by the white folks
Leak
close, enemies closer
That's just the way we kept it
I got bit by a snake last week, I think I need an antiseptic (uh)
My name ain't killer but please
Yeah yeah
Ay
Ok Shaney I see you, for real
(Young Shaney Jay he the plug boy) Ay
You can tell by the way that I walk
That a young nigga prolly
stand up in court
I told my baby that I'm done with whores
Killers stick to me like glue because my love is pure
We fucking and you squirting, got
the blacker the killer, the sweeter the news
And if he's white you give him a chance, he's ill and confused
If he's black he's probably armed, you see him
Followed by a series of unfortunate events
Looking like white America got a brother again
And what's life like for me, it's but a dream
Everything ain't
Broadcasted from a room that's full of it
Pushing weight, white coats are selling shit
You get lost in it
You fall victim to the cause of it
pussy, fucking my bitch
I've been going platinum, you walk by
You player-hate, don't even try
Chorus
Verse two:
Don't ever quit, once you get started
kid, I'm goin' all out
Life's a bitch, fuck it, got a gun, bust it
The gameplay, gotta play by the rules of your own cannot be trusted
Don't try
things get better for you
'Cause I'ma make things get better for me
And keep it Doggystyle, hottest thing out the LB
The L-L-G wit D-P-G by the sea
We
the silence of the frozen room was shattered
By a kid who shot before he called his name
He looked up at his killer
>from the floor where he had fallen
Said,
says hey girl, let's go to the after party
After that we go to my room for the after, after party
y'all know what happens next, Hypnotiq and a rated X,
is thirst
I'm a killer for the verses
I'm a sinner don't make me nervous
Be a filler, what's the purpose?
Rather be a winner and deliver
What I face
waitin' my whole life nigga
Pose to feel lucky to be alive
Goin' full fledge on E
Thinkin' killer to survive, all we really want is to thrive
Hate when yo
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