Lyrics:
And if Im honest
You know I wear forces
But like dude thats not important
Introspective raps
Made for and by myself
If you diggin it
I really hope somehow
Mi tell mi madda Nuh worry
Mi tell mi madda Nuh worry
Mi tell mi madda Nuh worry she say dat neva in it
She neva think it, for a second Much less
fruit and veg, that's why it's called a garden
If we did give our money to the poverty
The country's dictator would take it for his own needs
Just like
chase thots I'm trynna fill my pockets up (I'm trynna get rich)
Until i rot GMN ain't no stopping us (GMN)
We smoking opps
These niggas smoking they
Felon, fights behind me on the intersection
Sex and drugs my anthology on perfection
Dress superb admired by conspirists
Who wanna try me but ain't high
that's why I try hard to get high
That's what I'm told by Meredith, she my therapist
She said it's common narrative for kids growing up parentless
But I
a super Saiyan Thot
Private party on the yatch drop the pin it’s a lock
Punching bricks not ah clock I don’t fly with a flock
Do dirt on my own speaking
still won't take a bullet for a thot fuck you mean
Yeah, I just got played by a hoe so I can't trust
I got hella food on my plate so I can't fuzz
Don't
Here we go
Here we go
On the run again
I'm a thot
I'm a hoe
I'm the enemy
Stop accusing me
Here we go
Here we go
On the run again
I'm a thot
I'm
- Pray for us
St. Raphael - Pray for us
All you Holy Angel and Archangels - Pray for us
St. John the Baptist - Pray for us
All you Holy patriarchs
down by law and I know my way around
On 42nd Street, lookin' for some action
Women standing on the corner selling satisfaction
One young punk just
a Backwood, Swisher sweet blunt, orange lace dope (let's go)
It's just some shit I wrote
My city couldn't be saved by John the Pope (John the Pope)
I slid
motherfucker I'mma mow it
Problems, I'ma don
Put in all my effort
Spend a couple dollars nigga, blocka-blocka-blocka
Gunnin' for the throne, yeah boy, you want
gotta live and win by any means
Watching for the opps, the Ds, the fiends
And its kill or be killed, I keep it in my jeans
Pole and the bands, the pockets
business)
You're rapping wackey, your whole wardrobe, your colored food stamps
Department of agriculture scheming like a vulture
I burn your sideburns
fabulous baby
The best food drink and women that money can buy
Every day of my life is off the ringer
That's guaranteed like a fistfight on Jerry
driftin
Destroyed physically, but the souls were ever livin
[Chorus]
Thank you! For takin my land and food
Thank you! For rapin my women, puttin me in
niggas everyday and Jack just want a fucking drank I hit up Stevo for them Ks we sliding with em
Won't do no drills without my bang bro like nigga you
a lot
She never had no cash, she used to work at the spot
Her mom a prostitute thot and she addicted to rocks
Sellin' ass for the cash, sellin' pussy
P.O.T.E Baby what you know
Two flops just in case my data running low
Two thots two knots one is just for show
Pote nigga skid-away booming when I'm
down by law and I know my way around
On 42nd Street, lookin' for some action
Women standing on the corner selling satisfaction
One young punk just
Island, and wonderful nautical thots
In Hawaii, Zion got me livin', fuck the cost
For my B-day, Dr. Dre gave me another watch
Hundred miles and runnin',
whip
Got me living lavish
Plate full of food
And a safe full of cash
No time for a thot
I just run to the bag
Ice on my neck
Cartier on my glass
I got
Beautiful molars...
Lovely bicuspids...
I'm Dr. Prentice, the painless dentist;
By that what's meant is,
It really doesn't hurt.
This is Miss
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