Lyrics:
looking for you, son. They say you killed her.
I know these are lies Doctor, where is she? I fear for her life!
Oh, what do I know? She is a grown up woman.
the track yea
Gotta get this money
Payback bouta stack
Damn I lost flow now I gotta track back
Books in my bag
Issa black knapsack
Walking with my angels
it’s cause i be down
You used to love me at least I could tell
But now there's all types of doubt
I'm hurting inside
But our son keeps me alive
I know I
Inside The Slayer 'Bonus Track'
Intro
I'm the presidential slayer and I am a big hit
Chopping the presidents head he's not the shit
You have made
you can meet me here
With you on my side
There is nothing to fear
By the end of this track
I'll be shedding a tear
Leaning in close
Whisper in my ear
two for the show
You got my beat, now here I go
You see, this DJ, he gets down
Mixing records while they go round
With the hiddip, the hop, ya just
gone love it
Watch a young nigga show his ass out in public
Na na na na now now you know what this is
Tell em its a celebration bitches
With
now you in a cell tryin' to post bail by mornin'
CHORUS:
[Starang]:Now in the back of my mind, yo I really do hope
[Tek]:that motherfuckers out here
Yo, shout out to everybody that worked on the album
You feel me, son? Yo, shouts out to Ty Dollas
Shouts out to Hodgy Daddies, shouts out to Left
whenever rhymes refuse to come
Every now and then you say you're penning tracks again
I get caught up in excitement, texting all my friends
I pretend you
Bless you
Homeless and destitute
Now it's more than homeless peoples truth
We need a wetsuit
We in a cesspool
We are average citizens
With innocent
(You must remember me)
(You must remember me)
Let's go, ayy, now you know, now you know
Yo, now you know, now you know
Ayy, now you know, and if
dumb pride for sin
They had their son set
Never to see their son rise again
And I'm exhausted
I know you take pride in where you're from
But to murder
blurrin'
Whoa-oh, I can't see shit, my words get to slurrin'
Uh-oh, you can call me R. Kelly now, you're in
Trouble, what's occurring before, after,
The enemies, do you know who they are? (There they are)
A devil with the dorags be walkin', now I had it up to there
Oh yeah, that's the last straw (The
words how they hurt me, I'll never forget it
And as the time, it went by, I lived to regret it
You're no son, no son of mine
But where should I go,
You?
Who are you?
You have no talent.
Bad Juggler
Can't walk the high wire
Can't tame a tiger?
Then I'll a clown like my grandfather
You
[Scoob:]
Hah hah, hey hey, laugh now nigga
My man's right behind you, Kane pull the trigger
I don't play, I'm from the hill where shit is real
made a op track, we made a bop track
Now you're dealing with the repercussions, Barbie, finish her
What's tea? I heard we were giving cunt
Bitch,
as a young boy
Alone in my room, exploring with my girls toys
They thought it was cute, their son was so intrigued
Now I've grown up, and they say it's
U.S.S.R.
P.L.O. style got thrown out the car
and ran over, by the Method Man jeep
Divine can't define my style is so deep
like pussy, my low cut fade stay
the city where the young Don't grow old
This the city where them mother screaming No More
Where daddy's never get to See they son grow
Days i'm paranoid you
know its wrong
And lonesome comes up as down goes the day
And tomorrow's mornin' seems so far away
And you feel the reins from your pony are slippin'
Where are my lyrical shooters at? Say you can rap, well then prove the fact
Always so adamant that you can handle it but cannot actually rule
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