Lyrics:
to get you pussies. HEATED!
Listening to me spit. Raw acid.
God you bitches. in your seats. Jaded!
I dont do this for fame.
I'm 99 percent.
I'm hell
I'm still here
I ain't ever went nowhere
I'm still here
Let's get one thing clear
I'm still here
If you ain't know by now
Take a good look around,
Stay protected by the cross baby
Let me show you off
No more feeling lost
Here's a coin that you can toss
Say goodbye to what you lost
Say hello
the night i whip my car with no lights
Waiting for you cross by with a bike
I’m not alright i do not like anyone who Don’t like to fight
Never met anyone my
"Let me tell you something, Mark
Don't worry about it, she's always had a mouth on her"
I said, "I know, but she's your sister, I've got her back
You
Believe me
I am unbothered
When it come to you ni**as
Cause ima eye the secret eye and then chop it wit jigga
Who the fuck
That ni**a is
Wit albums
don't cross the line
Fuck your glass of wine
It's whatever, whatever
It's whatever, know we on, it's whatever
Whatever
It's whatever, know we on, it's
Give me the cue
Skip the introduction
Proceed the lip function
The junction get rushed by some grimy people busting weed
Splatter your melons like
know Jay would never put your album out without none
And dog, you know how come
Labels are archaic, formulaic with their outcomes
They don't know,
'cross the world
You can put us side by side but there's no comparing
Y'all just not as good
I mean, I'm new to fatherhood but that shit been apparent
the era of the 45 with a penny on the needle
Ball to the bosses so please don't violate or cross him
Or you'll be the corpse and the corpses
Look at you
Hop off that jet when I land
I do this shit 'cause I can
Don't give a fuck 'bout your mans
You get split if you try cross my mans
The check coming, I
our shine
Only getting brighter cause our soul light
Heading to the top of our climb
Miss me with this shit's that aren't mine
Bot Buddha,
Hol up, hol
I’ve been wanderin’ ‘cross the desert
I’ve been wanderin’ ‘cross the desert, Lord Jesus won’t you fill my cup
Some days I just don’t want to get up,
the streets hot
Niggas pray I let the beat drop
You would think we wearing white hoods
Hanging niggas by the treetops
30 man army don't find us alarming we
Adidas and gangster hats
A ?? ?? ??, yo here we go
I'm tired of brothers tryin to front like they don't hear me though
Knowin' if it wasn't for me, they
mad at me
Don't get mad, 'cause I had to leave
All of us rush in, like Vladimir
I be on top, with the baddest bitch
Mixin' the lean, just like alchemy
had an abortion with me, but a nigga lived
I don't fear losin' life, 'cause life just lost me
Shadow of death keeps followin' me and I can't get him
sing about that, that’d be fine by me"
In the old days they’d call that a duet I think
Grabbed a bottle of Mineragua
And from my nightstand an orange
it, ran it
To a bump I'm sayin' damnit, don't got time to slow 'da pace
When the clock goin tick-tock
You don't wanna criss-cross
All up in the mix
Lost
though?
By any means, get the money
We don't want the fame
Y'all think it's something sweet till it
Leaves you numb the same
Try to name a rapper more
you stuck in a three
So you know your floss game ain't nuttin to me
When the sun hits the cross, yo it's something to see
are-be , Kid Capri niggas
would've had em
What we don't know is that it was
Eve and then it was Adam
And they gon hate me for that
But I'm flying high as Aladdin
And I told you
Moving
[incomprehensible] like you don't care
If you ?bout it I don't doubt it
Show me that you're sho? ?nuff ?bout it, ?bout it
(Try something different here why?all, ey ey)
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