Lyrics:
me a check now
Eat me like cat chow
Don't ask me why bitch
Ask me why now
The answer is simple
But I'll make it clear
Reflection is useless
Through
(boo-boo-boo-boom, uh, uh, uh, uh)
I spray the Tesla X, you need a new body (skrrt)
Fifty K, got my bitch a new body (ah)
You internet niggas, y'all punani (err,
people.
That violence.
That pressure unreleased,
And in the centre is a child whose home was taken by a thief.
Progression.
Seven years I battled my
but one thing
identity saying she is ONE SEVEN
For the movie imma go back and spit at her throw at
the chick like my name is Tech N9ne Bitch!
When I
this bitch
It's goin' down
Yeah, I'm the king
Now where my mufuckin' crown?
If you a boss, you a boss
Seven five, seven showers on her
Spend about
we going fast now bitch"
Bitch if you think that we
Doin’ some shit now bitch
Just give me a couple months bitch
I told that bitch to buckle down
You
look at the bitch and i knew the bitch type
Yeah she loves to disrespect her dad she hates to fuck whites
She works at Raley's by the day Deja Vu by
eight years old, put racks on the stove
I was seven years old, make a bitch a touch toad I was six years old, tryna kick a nigga's door
I was five years
down in lighting ridge, walking down to the lake
It was me Dad and Cade
It's funny how over years everything will change, on gang
Uhhhh, take me back
Hold up I keep talking shit but nobody listens to it so I gotta open up ears
7 Years I've been doing this a sour taste in my mouth
7 Years I've been
to leave all my depression
Behind me
Way up in the sky bitch we shining
Just a seven year old walking on dirty floors
In that moment I dreamt that I’d be
by the pound
I'm posted on the block til the sun go down
Nigga I really do my thing
Kind of fuckin' hustlers are y'all?
Yeah
I'm posted in
I threw it back now she followin me (ha, ha, ha, ha)
I put this P-I down 7 days a week 24 hours
You say you broke ho, look here miss me
It be
gone kill bout me
For the love of that money i was missing meals bout it
We hit the club off that drank that bitch be real crowded
24/7 no days off
7 grams of
Presidential blowin in tha wind
At 4 am tha eight at nine touch down a beautiful play
In my neighbor hood so what now got one
O left
picture perfect life you lie 'bout in your captions
(Mmm-mmm-mmm)
When I was down, I swear they made me feel inferior (straight up)
Judgin' me by my
Had this beat revived
Bitch just to kill it and die huh
Triple 7, bitch that's after lock
More like a triple six, I'm devilish with it
Fuck a gimmick
Puttin' truth in all these rhymes
State tried to shut a nigga down
Gave my nigga Chilly all that time
People think it came out of nowhere
It's all by
It’s been seven years and It’s still nothin but the cappin man
Since I made it out 3 years from the jump
Idoitically complaining it’s just something
Ready
DUET VERSION
Her Him Both
INTRO
Dsus2/G4 measures
Dmaj7 4 measures
VERSE 1
Dsus2/G
He shuts down
Dmaj7
When his
thoughts (I feel so down)
Opening my unseen scars again (Can't speak)
They say karma is a bitch (To you anymore)
That's the reason I've been clean (Yeah)
I shot that bad bitch down
Come on you gotta listen unto me
Lay off that whiskey and let that cocaine be
These man have receptions. Matlock,
wings
Or Mr chow's
Penny-pinchin' or stackin' benjamins
In a pile she down, and I fuck with her
'cause she a real nigga
Started from the bottom and I
the ocean, riding dolphins, grab 'em by the fin
Uh, yea bitch I'm ten feet tall
Bunch of hoes playing with my beach balls
The money in the way, I don't see
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