Lyrics:
These niggas don't beez in the trap
They like bees in this track
Just smoked out
I ain't talking 'bout what you toke out
Get choked out fo'rilly
Eyes wide shut but they know
Buried alive by the lies in their soul
Their stride of a blind man's stroll
Well for whom does the next bell toll
I'm
Somebody out there had to believe
They gave me the go ahead to keep movin' on
Keepin' with faith wasn't easy at all
Dealin' with the haters dodging these
rocks sacred
DNA strand a mixture of Lots and David’s
Glocks I sprayed it
3 divided by 2 . Triple 6 wavelength prerecorded arraignment
I phone Siri fort
down, I can see her pussy hair
And my dick getting bigger by the minute
I'm thinking about the pussy, wishing I was in it
She want me to cut your grass
gotta open up still I bust through
Like a Mac truck rollin' over them guts
En la back of la traila you know I got mis amigos
Los camaradas to these Lower
Tryna write of them scams on yo tax
I'm a boss, so I'm minding my business
Need to follow in the footsteps of these Christians
Just a hood chic, rich
bogart the Cali
That's a bone not a microphone
Billy known for perfect cones
Homegrown from clones
Have a n like hold the phone, holmes
Lazy on D like
Im their bad dreams, Night mares sad scene
Y spear has beens, Tie their gag screams
Hi their cash these, I blair rap dreams
Like were dam fiends,
Wearing the beautiful silver ring
My mother gave me i see an assembly of
These hideous curriculum monsters
Sharpening coccyx bones on a
Splintering rickety
bleed all day with no Kotex
Broke necks
Mind checks
Seranaded with these beats
How deep?
About a hundred and fifty-two feet
Don't sleep
'Cause
me?
Girl you better know the whole world respects me.
Come by the fire, chill with a player.
How you admire these words that'll save ya.
(Chorusx2)
Helpless hands reach from the earth,
Unwillingly set in their graves.
A process of deconstruction
Piece by piece, forever disassembled.
Suit
stop
Sideways in the drop, pour lean like bar
I must confess I's a G by far, Lil' ole Trae, riding blue over gray
While swinging wild like my name Roy
Cristal bottles
Drink Listerine, brush my teeth with amphetamine
So I can sound fresh and say dope things in between
Three strikes to five mics (forever
a chain and I don't do it for the fame these blood
stains ain't a game rip your spine up out the skin
and go to tell your next kin kill them one by one
Cristal bottles
Drink Listerine, brush my teeth with amphetamine
So I can sound fresh and say dope things in between
Three strikes to five mics (forever
deposit in the closet on a hanger
Mack, chop your rhymes like I chop, shop, chop a ACC
Startin' with the bones in your back
Whenever I attack, it's like
the sailor 'cause I smoke me spinach
and when my Benz pass by they be like "I hope he in it"
they know my shit ain't rented (why?)cause I got two
yeah I got
And I want answers to what might be behind all these doors
Knocking and waiting for some sort of reply
It seems there's nobody in here, and I want
out of line or you'll get rocked by Dice
I toured around the world like Tina and Ike
Brought the house down in Sicily and Milan
Fucked all types
yet
I see the shit these niggas
Is coming out with
They slowing us down taking us
A back a few years
Cleaning out rappers I'm about
To vacuum in here
I
a dime//
Groupie love, fake friends, and world tours what i got with these rhymes//
You pull a gun? i pull a knife there's no stopping this guy//
Or break
meds, leads
These niggas in the city all hoes (y'all hoes)
I know about that deal, big homie took on his mans, bring me grams
Maybach with a driver
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