Lyrics:
crys swimming pool
Don't get mad your still my boo
What she said? That's not true
I could tell that you feel me too
So open wide and let me shine
demeanor so
I started clutchin'
He told me he fuck with me, fuck with
My music, I let go the tool
Told the nigga I love him
I told him take one of my CDs
He
vicious
My ears are burning
Not 'cause I make CDs dead
I sense it, my ex is wishing me dead, bitch
(Yo Chip, one sec) Yo, hold on one sec Wretch
The labels
Oh yeah
I know you're sick and tired of waitin' on me, girl
But I'm, just tryin' to get my money right
So let some dumb nigga take a flight
So
stress about it
Baby oooo
Let's sex it out
Ooo
Let's work it out baby
You tried to run from me
But you know I'm what you need
I know it can get bumpy
what pocket I had left, my handkerchief
I'm guilty by affiliation, in many ways gangsta
But let me explain something, a paradox if you may
I threw all my
on
Now get yo' ass to the back as I'm flyin to the track
Timbaland let me spit my pro's on
Pump it up in the pro-zone
That's the track that we breakin
All these producers send me tracks now it's a dead beat
You saw that boy well tell him I said he's a dead beat
I taught myself to be a man now you see
they playa hate 'cause I'm paid?
(They don't even believe that I'm saved)
Call me Chille' Snipes, starring, as blade on this track
Don't get out
will always be me even if you all don't feel me
While you're claiming it's impossible, I say it's easy
I really hope you get the chance to hear me
And then change the name
Let me pull up the lyrics. They're nuts
Is this also you
No, this is my friend Holly
That one was hard to record
Is this Elise
me don’t put out, I went ahead and dropped
“Get more fans, get more clout—“
“What’s the budget?”
No amount
I was trapping, fuck a job
I was doing it by
at least two mans
More then you sadly I got about two bands
He cross reppin' like he got about two mags
Ight let me get back in that mode
I be on go my ice
Thoughts against I, blasphemy, it's like a vice crime
I roll 'em thick and I ignite mines
I don't even get high, I just get equally back in my right mind
Yo
Everything I touch I turn to gold
Being a rapper
(I Don't Know if it gets better)
Now
They know it's on now
my gangsters
back me
in the street
Can
I'm out chasing dreams and it's a paradox of feelings
Everyone's different and I'm wantin' to be me
You see B?
Alarm goes off, get up, work, school,
you'll get greeted
By the 380 colt mustang in my pocket
I had a few drinks already, don't make me cock it
Cause if I have to cock it, well then it's
the Hoe but brody took that bitch down to pound town
See a opp let bitch bang like some surround sounds
Send his stupid ass up don't let me catch em
adulation
Pursuing flattery
Other bands hate everyone
Burning fan mail, taking drugs, buying guns
Can you sign this for me?
Smacked in the face and told get
Ménage a trois if the bitches let me, and I think they gon' let me
One just call me Papi seconds later it's bukkake
She move too A.K.A. First bitch let
am I supposed to do
With 2 minutes of trash that ain't even produced by you
How you gonna let max hop on the track
When you dissed him 10 times flat in
with my feet[00:41.94]The rhythm I dance to has always been authentic to me[00:44.82]Don't you get I'm elite, the king that bled
That's when the beatings get so severe
Asleep I pray he falls
But don't feel sorry for me
Things weren't always this bad
Why, when I was a young
a god, let me be strong
I'ma vote for you
Oh, I'ma vote for you
I came from the sticks, we called it the crick
Surrounded by rednecks, I still wanted
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