Lyrics:
We gon drop this shit
Right on the Tok
12 o'clock like right on the
Right on the dot
Saying it's fire it's hot
After a week the whole album gon pop
Standing right in the landing site
Popping shots off at anybody rambling by
I'm in the zone, looking for a spot to hide
When I was sniped by a guy
finesse now they curious bout' the cake
I'm wit Seth and them by the lakes
I'm Dave Chapelle I took a break but now
I'm back up on bully niggas cappin' I'm
it and did it
Raise a power fist
24/7 just look where I was at
They fueled by cowardice and called us
Powerless and proud of it sucka shit
We gon' keep
I'm dodgin' the barcols like pot holes in Jamaica
We cut down the weed, bury the paper on the makers
Martin had a dream, Bob got high
I still do both
Rewind the clip
Yeah, I'll start by taking back
It's Spring of '17
Sitting shotgun there in my car
You said celebrities are sad, no matter how big or small
either with a dime or a bad duck
Double-R tee with the matchin' bandana
38-snub, blue steel with no hammer
And I see y'all niggas tryin' to glance
to move my records to 54 states
Got more work than the mayor do (mayor do)
it stick to niggas that talk shit
like a baller they bitch hair blue
Got
girl the same, I can't put them on the pedestal
You a buster no Dave, ain't nobody really scared of you
I gotta stay with my drink, niggas thought this
It was the first night in December
I bundled up against the blue
The moon was shining like a cue ball
Yeah, she knew just what to do
I heard
either with a dime or a bad duck
Double-R tee with the matchin' bandana
38-snub, blue steel with no hammer
And I see y'all niggas tryin' to glance
85%, I'm 400 solid
Brainbolic wit knowledge, cock-diesel scholars
Holdin' it down, walkin' around wit gold by the pound
Frozen down wit diamond bolders
Man
I know hell is hot and my wrist is cold
Your bitch a freak, she been ripping clothes
Left a hole in my Gucci robe
But I ain't tripping if the truth
Harold told Melvin back in the days of penny loafs
When Teddy Pendegrass was in the blue notes
A big lip street nigga was in the makin' a ferocious
Big man big track big time big vibes big work on a big bad album
These bombs be dropping be dropping on your head
Like a burton foot and a old school
slurs
You beat a dead horse and get shot in your hearse
Throw it back at my funeral til your knees hurt
Cozy cozy, defeated by no one
Disappointed parents
Fat fat milkies, fat fat titties
Fat fat pusspuss, fat fat kitties
Fat cock, upload that shit on your laptop
Get stopped by a cop, bop bop (dead)
Not
je a bylo
Neví nic neví nic neví neví nic ne
Že by brácha málem dostal hypo
Z hodně skotský ale přesto tady další je
Blue Dream vyměň vodu takže
grill niggas, spit a barbecue
Committing drive-bys out a grey Coupe
When I start drowning rappers, dawg
It ain't cute
Till every person in they group
Turn
to come at me though
In ‘94 mama's water broke
I moonwalked out the cooch then slid in your mama's hole
I'm such a problem though (Hc)
Many have tried, they
now)
I can tell you want me back now
Look
For a minute I was in a dark hole, couldn’t see the light
Losing hope
Had to play my fucking cards right just
a thin-walled flat
When i happened to upset
My neighbour, a gulf war vet
By playing this album moderately loud
He showed up at my door
Then started to shout, with
by a man who retired from the repair pool at Fort Sam Houston
Same guy who laid the direction-of-the-hole-left-by-the-electron-moving-backwards gem
molded in Assyria
With processed Beryllium by the quintillion
They cooked on symmetrical stoves
With my logo etched above the hole where they inserted
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