Lyrics:
that I can't even see it
I got Satin scarves like I be in Egypt
Said I'm Fresh to death I think I'm barley breathin
Cut from a cloth tailored by
nah
I can't feel my face
I am upgrading to better
Dennis the last better
Don't kick me off to cave
I am craving
There's torture in my mind
I am
passin' pistols that would soon get poppin, FACTS
We was like ten, Dennis stole the whip and told me hop in
Huh, ain't so innocent now
Done did a lot
of five year old girls engage in deliberate dietary restraint-
When we used to run our webcam studio, we know how sad men are because we saw it first hand
Two sides, right side; how do you ride?
In the day in the night under moonlight
Catch a vibe, ride the wave til the tune dies
Surrounded by all
They don't need a partner to swing (X6)
"More cash in my hand" - Grand Puba
Verse 2:
Surrounded by more mysteries than the stone henge
Warning your
they come to my city they leave in a suit
She sucking my dick with two hands like a flute, and my hand cross they head like i'm giving salutes
Giving
who care
About what's gonna happen to you in a year from now
Maybe I'll be there to shake your hand
Maybe I'll be there to share the land
That
who care
About what's gonna happen to you in a year from now
Maybe I'll be there to shake your hand
Maybe I'll be there to share the land
That
care
About what's gonna happen to you in a year from now
Maybe I'll be there to shake your hand
Maybe I'll be there to share the land
That they'll be
Deeper in and deeper still
Use your hands for eyes
Sift around the bottom row
And soon will be your time
Keep your hands by your side
Hands by
bitch I'm winning
Give her the Rod man like Dennis
I smoke gas til I can't see
I spray Dior on my white tee
Off of the perc I sing like Glee
I'll kill all
from distance when the name rings bells you feel the suction
So in order to survive while going to J-Live
realize to speak wise by the way your lyrics
come and meet me bring them bloods and lets do this fuckin shit
rock bottom Yo homie i see my New York people
Come on all my bloods throw your hands in
split it
Cause they followin' the vision
Like M.J. and Scottie Pippen
Dennis Rodman how I'm feelin'
Give a fuck bout they opinion
I pull up in windows
to the bread by any means possible
I'm tryna bring Dutch in, like I was managing Liverpool
We can sit and talk, you can find out that I'm really cool, composure
Niggas pussy they ain't pull up I gave the addy, It's in me not on me, 12th grade they kicked me out for trapping, I cut off some homies they had they hand
Noah, Noah let me come in
Door's all locked and window pinned
Keep your hand on that plow, hold on
Hold on, hold on, keep your
Hand on that plow,
whip whip that deal dough
You gon have to pay that shit back
On the real tho
Self made
Something they don’t know
Big honey pot
Ain’t no hands up in it
cin't no hands up in it tho
I been it tho
On my Dennis Menace flow
cin't no gimmicks just deliverance of the Sickness that I sow
Most these rappers one
on the spot
I'm more chillier than Dennis-in
Finishin' up my zip
Quick to make my grip
You fuck around and get licked
By the Luni click
So that
in my head
Put out my lyrics for you critics to go and think again
My head be banging I'm thinking if I should rap again
Like Simon says I keep doing
Listen
It's about to go down
You know how we do it alright
I need y'all to snap your fingers yeah uhn yeah
Tryna be pessimistic with this music in
TWO hands on my gun
32 sticks in the trunk
Gas all in my lungs
Boy yeah stick ta alcohol
Ima still sip this red
38 sticks in his head
38 click,
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