Lyrics:
be falling for no ho
Tryna make it on The Hills, I ain't got nowhere to go
Said I was born in Georgia, on the corner
By the U-G-L-Y corner
get it by the bread loaf
I'm a lawyer cat, if I love you, I love you
I'ma stick with you till the very end
No time for the game, no time for the plan
with the Pucker's
Never been a sucker
40 in the stash, kicking like
Jackie Chan, Rush Hour, chris Tucker
Lot of rappers talk the talk
But they be hella
alive
But I only like dead rappers
Compare me to the best rappers who died
And you rappers I used to look up to
I gotta cancel you now
Like Simon
it's ok to cry
You know who loves to tinder?....here we go
Tina Turner Tinders Tony Toni Tone
Thompson Twins Tinder Tanya Tucker
Tim Tebow Tinders Turtle
a position to move
And you can't move cause your move is blocked by the knight
At twelve o'clock, that's when the madness begins
So I start to focus in, my
like I'm ready to die soon
But I don't advise you to try duke
Look at how I move
I spit shit sicker than swine flu
Since I was 5"2', the 2-5 side on my
I met you in a club in Atlanta, Georgia
Said me and my homeboy were coming out with an album
You looked at me like, "Yeah, nigga right"
But you
For you to come back
Everything that Denzel spit's, nigga
Is all facts
I be stickin' to the paper like a thumbtack
Uh, I'm a paid motherfucker, gun
you, with you
I missed ya (ayy) picked ya (ayy)
Now it's time I (ayy) get back up with you
Girl, with you, oh yeah
We used to kick it up at the park
you, with you
I missed ya (ayy) picked ya (ayy)
Now it's time I (ayy) get back up with you
Girl, with you, oh yeah
We used to kick it up at the park
I never used to snore in my sleep 'til this rap shit started
Warm thoughts fill the hot-headed and cold-hearted
Your whole paycheck, you burp it
in her system
It's red bottoms when we drippin' diors by christian
The marathon continues like nipsey
I used to dream that i was pushing a benz
With
feel like time passing me by slower than a slug
While this feeling inside of my body seep in like a
Will you hug me, rub me on the back like a child?
with a piece of
Shit like you for another day
This battle is like the
Alpha versus the Omega
Yeah you the start of it all
But I have evolved and became
your man
Somethin' like Kris Parker
My Uzi weigh a ton
Hundred niggas on the track
Then you know I'll be the one
To tell niggas to suck cock
Run and get
And from the start of it you felt like you were a part of this
And opposition felt the opposite
Sometimes I listen and revisit them old albums
Often as I
feelings, I feel like I play for the Saints
I just wanna hurt you, aim for the skanks
Then aim for all these fake Kanyes, Jays, Waynes and the Drakes
I'm
not to play games
Or get you spotted up like a Great Dane
I'm going insane
Halfway through the album
Still ain't pick a lane
Fuck it after awhile they
All of the colours are brighter when you’re younger
The good times used to last a little longer in those summers
Times changed, things are moving so
say you're so fake
And as the days go by, you can't forget
The way I make you feel like shit
MC's like you, I've seen 'em before
You keep
hard. 'cause I can ball dope and get paid
like a muthafucker gotta be another way to pay
T. Tucker used to roll twenties by the ounce (ounce)
My
still trynna crack through
Got a couple albums out still ain't seen a breakthrough
Still it's some progress I wish you could see now
Man would you believe
red
Hands where I can cee like Busta said
I lead by example, nigga - must I led?
Last thing you hear is shots and every cuss I said
Real niggas walkin
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