Lyrics:
of the dope stuff
So in the record store, you can't pass by us
GET the album, HEAR THE MUSIC
And hold on so you just don't lose it
As a reference, for
do you prolong?
Songs that ain't strong, brother, you're dead wrong
And got the nerve to have them Star Trek shades on
Ha, you can't handle
break it down
Came a long way
You can't take it now
--regulatin on the regular
Do your thing. on the floor
Can you kick it now
Do your thing
Do the damn
without throwin' it
I can't keep a pound without blowin' it
Can't kick it with these niggas, this ain't soccer stop it
I'm just tryna kick it just like
need to dress warm, I brought plenty of heat
Y'all can't do nothing with this here
For one, I pack three 9's like the year
Y'all funny money hustlas
about it
I'm better off without it
No gain, only pain
My heart can't take the strain
I can't sit on the shelf
I'll give my love to someone else
If you
the way you lie
I can't tell you what it really is
I can only tell you what it feels like
And right now there's a steel
Knife in my windpipe i can't
my story, you know what I'm sayin'
And then uh, I remember Cole did it, when did he do it?
He was on Friday Night Lights?
Nah nah, he did it
for you-
February 31st, 19-neva hate (ha ha)
I know y'all niggas ready to kill yaself, too
Just go head and do it!
Jump off a buildin', slit ya
I'mma do it 'cause I know I put you through it (I know I put you through it baby)
And I just want you to sit around with ya friends at a dinner table
as fuck, all you see is red like a conservative
All the critics do is talk, I'm really not concerned with it
Hella tired and we can make your residency
and during the show
Has no bearing on the bad news I'm bearing, whoa
What is it, wordplay? No, I'm pushing you out the do'
So suck my dick on the couch if
(What)
Bring it (What)
Bring it (What)
Bring it (What)
Bring it
[Rampage]
I'm a real wise guy, you can't fuck with me
You could catch a quick
It's like touching the heavens
or punching the face of god
I'd like to take you home again
and wade my way through the blood
I can't feel my eyelids
it though so if I overdo it, you drove me to it
When I step in the vocal booth like I'm supposed to do
And murder you on a fuckin' track like Tony
more toothpaste
(You ain't gon' do shit) Bitch, of course I is
You want this money, you gon' have to drive the course I did
I got that weight foundry,
Watch my growth persevere
It's easy to be rich
When you came from it
I'm impressed when you came from shit
A mile inch by inch
Fought your way out
Milky, and I'm back
My ace in the hole was this brand new track
I'ma slow it up and speed it up and now you're gonna eat it up
Listen
ashy to classy
While Puff went up in smoke class action from Cassie (Poof)(He deserve it)
Money had him gassed like he can't be
Touched truly yo these
Huh? (we got London on da Track), okay
Look (I'm in London got my beat from London)
You know I ain't never had shit (okay)
Now I'm somewhere in
of these non-rapping rejects
While the whole world ejects your tape
It ain't no secret that your shit sounds fake (fake)
You can't stop it, my mind state
on let the saxophone man play a little
Make it lovely
[Treach]
You got beef well what we do talk to the bunny sunny
He's the man Bugs the thug
I'm blockin' your phone number
You call me from over your best friend's house
And it's not hot
That I can't even go out with my girlfriends
Without
motherfucker without
spellin' a line
K-L you done lost your motherfuckin' mind
Stop the track 'cause these niggas don't know about my click black
I down
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