Lyrics:
a fuck about who you be
Give a fuck about who you see, just keep that shit away from me
You say my life only leads to Satan
But the days go by and I'm
They say revenge is sweet (revenge is sweet, yeah)
Now think about that shit
Don't let that line go over your head
I might just sing about that shit
fallout
And the near extinction of our very species
Within the walls of our Metropolis
We're protected by our city guards
Who patrol the very wall that
stomach
Because I'd seen the cover and the man that they were talking about
Had instigated a riot in one of our major cities last summer
know them mother fuckin' boys? Nah!
Who them boyz? Fuck them boyz
You know them boyz? Fuck them boyz
Who them boyz? Fuck them boyz
Yeah, I know them
with it by the way
I talk it like I did it 'cause I lived it by the way
Young, the boy might go nuts
Whole sale niggas just like donuts
Creme be crispy
the gift I spit
The gift of gab boy, the gift is ripped
Deal with the skill that makes ya feel it
Those that don't wanna feel it need to kill it
that I'm about to be signed by one of the biggest pop producers at that time, my mother is sitting next to me and she couldn't be less impressed. She's
know some shit about niggas that make Gunna Wunna look like a saint
This ain't been about critics, not about gimmicks, not about who the greatest
It's
green, look)
When I blow I'll come for Aya
You know I love some danger
She like the Demi to my C
You'll love on X, that's how it be
And your girl just be
of this intergalactic show, emperor of all known and unknown worlds, the no one knows more than I do about anything, mr grab em by the pussy, president,
bust out your pencil
You can do it on your own
Stop thinking that these labels is the
Ones that put you on let's change the topic
Who's your favorite
These boys gone see that I'm deadly
Pop out with semis
Them chops by the plenty
I shoot til it's empty
Gon bust your confetti
Got murder my mind like that
Most cloud that you’ve ever had
One time genie
Give you two piece like bikini
You can’t see me
WWE ni**a in me
Automatic but it’s semi
Title bi***es like
By the time I did, heard that you had a kid
By some nigga in Decatur
Who replied, "See you later", when he got the good news, that's life shit
Now,
that boy?
Hot shit, top quick, now who you shop with?
Gucci is the top dick, my Gators in the closet
24's on yo' car youse a trap star
If you known
he doin' well
Honestly, I thought Bill was gon' die in jail (I did)
Who the fuck be listenin' to Tyler, The Creator music (who?)
That's what DJ
Tribal tattoos and he don't know what it means
But I heard he makes you happy, so that's fine by me
But still, I'm just keepin' it real
Still lookin'
Who's tha man who's the boss
Who's the nigga that paid the cost
I really don't give a damn
'Cause I ain't the one who's gonna take the loss
this was a story about how I got on the bus a boy and got off a man more cynical, hardened, and mature and shit. But that's not true. The truth is I got
Orgy party
Ima real nigga
Ion give no fucks
I be by my lonely
I'll still up a score on y'all
I heard that the feds watching
Bitch
I'm am just
cold, but that body on fire
Ain't the smartest in the world, but looking at you girl
I'll be a fool to let the chance go by, so I'm gone
(Ask you what
the problem, ok, I'm going to show you how you're causing the problem, and now I want you to be the solution. And that's what all of these songs are about, just,
gettin leathal an I,
you know the drama boys, down fo life the Suave an I, to the dirt,
drama boys, wit Ball got drama that will work,
make 'em feel
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