Lyrics:
Watch your mouth, Raymond Scott
(Marshall' a masculine Rap God, Marshall' a masculine Rap God)
I herewith put you under Law and God
(Marshall' a masculine
Watch your mouth, Raymond Scott
(Marshall' a masculine Rap God, Marshall' a masculine Rap God)
I herewith put you under Law and God
(Marshall' a masculine
like
You feel like you got a chip on your shoulder
Until you finally get the memo, you will always feel that way
Why God, why God do I gotta suffer?
like
You feel like you got a chip on your shoulder
Until you finally get the memo, you will always feel that way
Why God, why God do I gotta suffer?
lights camera action grind
Hella Elements combined
In mastering a mix to a polished grade shine
What about design
Put it this way this the first cover art
orchestrate
I just need my money by the first not a second late
I might take it out your baby purse don't procrastinate
I just made my money just to splurge
where your bredrin lays
We dun put 'nuff man in their place
Ask Klappy, got whacked in his face
Free Millz, done splashed man's face
In the barber shop
You got that fire
ain't to fly But When I jus walked by ya
Hands at your side don't you know I ain't your average buya
I thought
[Krayzie]
This track is tight you should be clapping your hands
[ clapping your hands] 4x
[chorus]
As we ride by the end of the night
You will
your mullet
Me and Sun Light in a gun fight, fuck your punchlines
You get punched right in the mug twice
When we combine, it's lunchtime
Leave you tongue
impress
By your goonz
No cap no questions everyone knows
That i'm one of the best
When i enter a room
I captivate minds when i let go
Something that some
the ghetto
I was born in the ghetto, raised in the ghetto
I bang out beats by cars and ho stacks
Rap nigga puttin' out rock-n-roll tracks
Anything with wheels,
I leave him beheaded
Put your neck inside the guillotine
Can't wait to see the looks of disbelief
On all the faces of the haters
And people that
niggas ask you to marry them
There's no lights in the place you buy your jewelry from
Funeral fab, I'm just here to bury them
Reportin' live from
niggas ask you to marry them
There's no lights in the place you buy your jewelry from
Funeral fab, I'm just here to bury them
Reportin' live from
when I would
Buy it, break it, roll it, light it, smoke it, inhale it I'm gone
Buy it, break it, roll it, light it, smoke it, inhale it I'm gone
Okay,
in a nascar damn aye
Run up a check like a fuckin track star damn
Put in the work then they act like they know who you are
I see right through it bumba
fly through the air
I give you a scare
Lock sights on your heart and
Put a bullet there
Bar two, no radio shit (Fuck that)
Got the fully automatic with
it back to life
You put light back to life 'cause these rappers ain't actin' right
Thinkin' they cut like Mack the knife, you have to fight
Battle
tight give that a light put smoke up in the air
Babygirl I keep it tight, no if or mights I'll take you there
And if your ex boy gotta problem mama we can
you'll be fuckin smacked on yo ass
Light up more green just to fuckin forget the past
If you'd rather pass you might just get left in your fuckin tracks
like you are in another world
But i can I read your mind
How can you be so far away lying by my side
[Outro: Aspika Spoila]
You light up another
on stage and the lights are bright
Don't you think they salute before
Cuz I'm a soldier
I'm a walking soldier, mentally, physically
Step to me, turn your
ill put up a fight
I miss seeing your face tearing round on that bike
But now I see you in the sky and you be shining so bright
I see your face down
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