Lyrics:
Kudos to the killer
Chevy sittin' crooked, teeth on Reggie Miller
I'm a motherfuckin' beast, see me in your sleep
Nightmare on any street, swear I will
the fuck I was thinkin'?
The fuck I was drinkin'?
Runnin' 'round with these bitches
Our relationship sinkin' (O oh)
Half a mill on her finger
Spent a Abraham
it's snowin'
I could show you where to go like a local
Order 20 bags out of Oakland
I might buy me a motorcycle
And use your girl for a chauffeur
I'm
Oh angel
I didn't ask for this
I didn't mean for this
You have fallen
You don't linger
Our souls connected now torn by my fingers
I don't need a lust
dream of a day
When you find something you could love half as much
As you love all your little round mirrors
See yourself reflected in one, there's
Always keep in mind, you fall in love a thousand times
Regardless what we went through, I'm still right here by your side
Artificial homies, worse than
(Yeah, yeah)
First year being rich
I'm 'bout to cop a house on Riverside
Checkin' off my list
I buy a boat, I put your crib inside
Mental, need
yo, go by the Jane Doe
Drenched in Polo, chill downtown in Soho
You don't know, this is just half my potential
Check my credentials, come harder than
your mother
Word to the mother
Listen
I can't explain how I feel
I hope my mom doing well
I put my recks on the shelf
I did it all by myself
I did it
Cigarette fingers ember stain
Incriminating notes on a paper chain
Did you ever get the feeling that you've been cheated'
I wanna bust out I've
to life
The corpse walks
Never to be killed again
Bon(e)y fingers covered in moldy flesh
It's got you by the neck
A look of hunger in dead eyes
act bait
247 that's my trap rate
Don't act bait
Pattern up please don't get Hi-rate
There's no update
But I'm still coming that money by half eight
down
With a pistol on me and a half a brick
And 'Ye bla-blabbing about Sandra Bland
Listen, boy, your challenge with the running man
I was challenged
starts by giving love to your brother,
Giving love to your sister,
Giving love to your misses,
Love to your mister
Giving love to your friends,
Love
I'm eatin' day by day, ain't nothin' sweet about it
Act like you don't know what I'm sayin' then you read about it
Built for war like a armadillo
not touch me or you might get hit
Listen up
Don't touch me or I might break your ass in half
Don't touch me or I might break your ass in half stretch
limit after that so I did my Master P thing
Middle fingers to my enemies
Working on "The Documentary" with Nate Dogg sipping my Hennessy
First thing I
Or snatchin' yo' new fur model mink with the hood off the hanger
24-karat rings standin' a half a foot off the finger
Custom seats are amazin' tellin' nobody
to buy the owens
When you thought I was your oldest
And ever since that day I walk around double toastin
Wit two hoalstin
Wanted posters
Plus whatevas
Rolling through the coal country, East on 91
I'll make West Virginia, by the dawn of the morning sun
These people are my family, under the mattress
Count the fucks I give, on my left hand if I was fingerless
Middle finger shit
Tell the hookah girl to bring some tips, uh
Fingerprints identical
an
Iron or it's the irony
And by the way, I'm at the gas station now
But not to get gas
Just another black and mild
Shit this half a half a tank
Gon' have
I am content in the wooden half of ventriloquism with fingers up the back of my
Shirt sifting through the well-camouflaged maggots flakes of your
escalated to excel
Used to be fucked up off paraphernal shook off the third rail ginger ale
Half frozen I was dozing on the train but still chosen by
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