Lyrics:
line like private events in airports
And live by the code I'mma bust mine
Word, tunes, start shorty while I got a tongue in my ear
Don't get a stain
a crook 'bout money, if you owe me better pay my money
So rich that I weigh my money and I look like money
And I don't really need new friends
So please
are bottomless
Sometimes our rhymes are polite
"Like, thank you for the dinner Ms. Wright
That was very delicious, goodnight"
Sometimes they're
the green
I got the diamonds on my like I'm Steve
I think I'm a furry I'm dressed like Katsuma
I got these Diavlo bitches on they knees
Skinny and paid feel
molested
Get some hay, stick it in your urethra for some pain
Feel the pain, pain like pleasure
Hit the lever, go down that minecart???
Wait, he can't do
a mismatch
Ima fuck up the movie like Chriss Pratt
Man domo told me not to ship packs
Choppa scream head kick like rogan
Glock gon bust, Greg Oden
Aye, that
fly away like caterpillars
So if you don't know by now then you should probably get familiar
My, my leather jacket, thriller
There sure ain't nothin'
(Makaveli the Don) 'Pac do it like that
Rhymin and stealin, sellin five million
(Outlaw.. ninety-nine)
Fresh out on bail, niggaz still can't see me
(Napoleon,
be pretty
It's our forlorn hope
Not for the faint of heart
We have no pop sense abilities
Not that our hooks don't cut it
We just like it
had to stop selling rocks
Park the scat pack in the back I don't wanna talk
Getting a little smoky so I popped the top
Put that bitch in sport mode
Threw the Feds off cuz my pants like Steve Urkel's
Still got arrested, oof, that's a hurdle
I ain't talking, not even for a Sausage McGriddle!
Though I
that doesn't get me super stressed out in the bath
But now the lights been turned off
Swimming around in the dark
Like a struggling fish
Unaware of its
inhale
I'll only hit it twice," he got slapped by Greg Nice
Now I fell on the floor, Greg Nice picked me up
I'm bein smoked and I can't wake up
I'm
on the
guitar. He wrote it all by himself. O.K., Stevie, bring your three friends
up, they can play with you. That Seve Vai, what a nice little boy. {I wrote
Eve, and there was Steve
He said, "Adam, don't be fooled by the snake
Don't risk it all for a taste
Oh, what a waste
To have everything and give it
a scat
You ain't never spent your last on a pack
These bitches be rats
Why you flexin' with that pack that is nacho cheese
I done did the unbelieve
I'm in
(racks yeah)
This song is hard as goosebumps, rash baby (rash)
I'm scoring by the three, Steve Nash, baby (Nash)
A couple million fee all cash, baby
I
I been having motion
Making these plays like Kobe
You ain't my bro ion know you
Slide in the scat, lil bruh he driving the scat, Jay in the back with
must come straight way
Competition, dem try fi come sideway
But competition, dem must come straight way
Hows' about that? It seems like it's my turn
shootin' in the air
Ask Greg and I ain't never, I ain't take it there
Fuck around and get you boxed, and I ain't smokin' a square
Hit a spender, left that
of the nigga that's makin' your beats?
I've done things for him I thought that he never would need
Father had to stretch his hands out and get it from me
I
His image is not of his own
Scat is long gone
The bat who lost his mind thinking that labels defined
Like a dying leaf on a plant
He cut the vine x4
Cut
them
For things of equal value
Like charcoal briquettes or matchbooks with
Other peoples' names on them
A time for giving your wife that
Special coat she
can't eat
I'm in too deep
It's a high fall running into a brick wall all by yourself
But I know what will help
That used to rock this boy asleep now
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