Lyrics:
through the game, then rep for the borough
And there ain't no name that can make me shudder
Woke by a clock, and I wouldn't be alarmed
Nah
Sheero, how
everything's fine
Lie in bed a little longer Cause fuck it I got the time
I'm a board cause I got wood
Now I'm stiff Need some tush
Cause my stick needs a push
in a cold land
Tryna be the whole man heal the homeland
Past time for our own land
Where a grown man can be a grown man
The system has benefit for
grew up thinkin it was a woman
But I had to learn the hard way
Never thought I'd see the day I'd be sleepin on the subway
But that's the path she chose
dough and go hard
And go hard
All I know all I know
Is get dough and go hard
And go hard
All I know is get this money
All I know is go hard
Raised by some
my tonfa
You think my words cut sharp well come and meet my katana
And allow me to bring myself honor by bringing family dishonor
To you and your Sama
my tonfa
You think my words cut sharp well come and meet my katana
And allow me to bring myself honor by bringing family dishonor
To you and your Sama
in demand, it’s kinda hard to give a damn bout what she need over a check
That’s why my partner’s in a jam
Y’all enjoy y’all placements now cuz when
can't appreciate the countless sunrises over the countless mountains. And they don't waste their time to decide which is more important to the picture:
time, want real highs and thick thighs
Take pride in my stabbin', headboards you be grabbin'
Got 'em bangin the walls so hard the neighbors callin'
niggas pussy
When they not around
Last rappers that came through they not around
Over that Rucker beef Jim jones and shabba down
Sav shot in the neck by
all that)
Can't be nice right? Can't be arrogant
I stab a bitch over ice, "Nancy Kerrigan"
Slash Tonya Harding, see the mobster's mobbing
You don't
all that)
Can't be nice right? Can't be arrogant
I stab a bitch over ice, "Nancy Kerrigan"
Slash Tonya Harding, see the mobster's mobbing
You don't
some hard times but ya girl was on her ten toes
It's been a hard code to live by, decisions I made young bully had to cut ties
I ain't meant to do it,
rehearsed it for a month, I'm not worried about the set
I get tackled by the grief at times that I would least expect
I know what I should be doing when I'm
in tuned precision time
Without the help of panel, gate or wire.
Then when the day is over and you've turned your horses loose,
You find a place
According to a recent tweet by Iggy Azalea
"Diss songs shouldn't be filled with
Celebrity name drops to pad out lazy bars"
I beg to differ
Rihanna
How rich y'all niggaz wanna be?
You wanna be a millionaire, you wanna be a billionaire?
Nigga, you wanna be what I wanna be
I wanna be a fuckin'
they time it right, brainwash you overnight for sure.
Crimes against humanity, saying what is thought to be impure.
Conform and you'll be spared,
there
like B-jork, great hero Jim Thorpe
How can I put it? Life is like video footage
Hard to edit, directors, that never understood it
I'm too impulsive,
like B-jork, great hero Jim Thorpe
How can I put it? Life is like video footage
Hard to edit, directors, that never understood it
I'm too impulsive,
gas fires
Turns out I'd do anything
To be the well liked college try-hard
That was back when my playlists sounded like frat party basements
Dreams
we're here for, so take those off"
By now she's butt-naked, I'm ready to break it
Threw on the jim hat, I'm ready for trim, and all that
So I did it
look away
Unaffected, like when you in a dream
These fears instilled in me
Cos at home, it was hard to feel at ease
Yea I grew up, raised by a screw up
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