Lyrics:
gettin' me by
Forever live, and I multiply, survived by thugs
When I die they won't cry unless they comin' with slugs
Peep the whole scene
wit all this gave me they hate to cherish
But still I made it
A made nigga made by the game
Made for war
My aim is simple and plain
Yah wether
This one for my baller niggas
That hate when the weakest ho in
The club try to approach him
Some songs the ladies love me
The girls gon' hate me for
C.I’s, but really they don’t know me
I got the hustle and the muscle
And I hate to burst your bubble
But Im doubly the trouble when it comes to getting
stars
By far the prettiest Misses
I pull up in the prettiest sixes
So by the time you get the six bitch, I have the seven
By the time you get
lesbians
Hit em wit the Mac, hit em wit the Tec 9
Hit em wit the Ruger by the intersex sine
Hit em wit a Tommy so my
Niggas call me Pammy and I
Always eat
without a helpin' hand
Damn, was it my fault? Something I did?
To make a father leave his first kid, at seven doin my first bid
Back on the scene
Stay open like 7/11 that's 24/7, when you need some hot shit
Stop by and get you a beverage, I'm servin'
My rhymes like nickels and dimes
Plug it
seven in the morning, this rapper life is so boring
Still at it, the drug absorbent, endorphin addict, yeah
The evil follow me, I got a devil magnet
I
Breeze through in the Q, .45 by my side, lyrical high
And those that rushes my clutches get put on crutches
Get smoked like Dutches from the master
Hate
Stay open like 7/11 that's 24/7, when you need some hot shit
Stop by and get you a beverage, I'm servin'
My rhymes like nickels and dimes
Plug it
life
I've been so frustrated
And blinded by your hate
In my life
I've been so elated
And blinded by your hate
Living on your decision
And all that you
know that I am always screaming at you
Come on you fucker scream at me, too
Each word unheard grows my obsession for you
I hate you so much but I love
the same way
Young sav on face time, talking cake time
Next crib I build got to cross state lines
Niggas hate how I wear my heart on my sleeve
And half
(Helluva made this beat, baby)
I fuck with 6 Mile, not too much the 7, they freed the 4s
That's your bitch, huh? Well, get her together, she fuckin' bro
Sent by 7 i never wanna cap
I know that God all about the cash
I ain't give a damn I'm showing off the bag
Call me 7 make it rain like my dad
God is my
so they can hate on your ass
What's in a name? What's in a name? Suffering and pain
Guts, blood, and tears, aim straight, game face, king's grace
I
another and you just might get your wish
I remembered all the love songs, the hate hymns, and the Friday night blues
The sweet poetic rhymes that spoke
Hailing to all evil desires Pray now for destruction and hate Satan now rising in fires Torment by all my hate
Hooded demons in black Chanting around
One time for your mind
Two times for Mumia, Sekou
Three times for my Brooklyn dimes
Seven times for pleasure
I don't trip, I don't trip
We don't
The days go by, we argue all the time
I want to make it right, ‘cause that was last night
Baby we gon' be alright, baby we gon' be alright
Yea yea
ourselves
'Cause we hate who we see off in the mirror
A people that don lied to us, in the quipped to 2 4 7
Show us in the good book, if we go off
feel—like I—gotta celebrate because my team made it
I feel—like you—smiling n my face but you really hate it
God bless them all! Larry David, Ima ball
Seen
Food on the plate for the wolves, follow wolves
Don't get moved by the tools
Blood will ooze on ya shoes wait, control ya hate
You ain't ridin' in
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