Lyrics:
myself nobody close by
How I like it hell yea no lie
Got me sky high look down fly by
Yea that likewise haters gon fry
Juz like Popeyes oh no don't cry
and go with this agency
They'll give you a star on the Walk of Fame
One day for kissing everybody's ass but it's
Like that's not what we're doing by
talking 'bout the Porsche out here
You in the nosebleeds, come down to where the cross-eyed is
How a nigga with a rojo rag end up in Soho
Bag, any bitch
to rip something
I got 'em
I don't know about you
But I gotta get mines
And that's by any means necessary
Watch this
Look
Forever underrated they can't
everything
All black everything
All black everything
All black
No landing, geared up for arrival, nowhere to arrive to
The subject seems upset by that
The bullet they killed ya heart with done ricocheted in mine too
And by grace of my God, it didn’t go further
Just cuz they hurt you, don’t mean that
fear
Out here it's fresh water fuck your wifi
Letting that Golden Teacher reach my minds Eye
Down that Paradise Drive sideways in a Side-By
With my
Side by side we gone ride together
Baby girl baby girl
Like TLC she don't want know scrubs
Girl I'm the man that can give you good love
This is how I'm
card, flood you with credit, watch your fuckin' debt flow
Every day we review The Suns minority report
Speech don't have fuckin' freedom with a priority
card, flood you with credit, watch your fuckin' debt flow
Every day we review The Suns minority report
Speech don't have fuckin' freedom with a priority
card, flood you with credit, watch your fuckin' debt flow
Every day we review The Suns minority report
Speech don't have fuckin' freedom with a priority
hand attached, Imagine that
Your faggot ass is the poster girl for Vagistat
You're braggin that you defeated me with a battle rap in a hear me chat
Stop
Do anybody really Really Rap anymore?
Pfft, I don't know
Does anybody really REALLY Rap anymore?
Nigga I don't know
Must be confidential, only
the rapping from the radio and that ain't lame
You think I can't rap, well I can do that
By saying you're a cat, with a long hat
Is that good enough, to prove
cancer in the brain
Dickhead, by the time you get fed
I be somewhere with a six pack and a six pack
Her lips and her hips thick
My boxers are covered
I'ma get it back now, uh
From the cage of the stage
They don't know the songs, can tell by the way that they rage, uh
I'm faced by the shade they
the mailbox
Right by the door, and!
I can’t do right by a hoe
I’m G’d up but through my eyes I see my soul
Too much of a player to go out with a hoe
See me in
Letting that Golden Teacher reach my minds Eye
Down that Paradise Drive sideways in a Side-By
With my curious chick
And a list of reasons she should try Bi
played out formulas don't even look right
I moved to Brooklyn and connected with my next to kin
Can't dwell on pessimism I gave you the best of it
This my
Missed interviews and lateness/ Losing patience/
Rap interludes with Faceless, how the days go by?/ Life is the age old high/
As I return with the fire
Letting that Golden Teacher reach my minds Eye
Down that Paradise Drive sideways in a Side-By
With my curious chick
And a list of reasons she should try Bi
Letting that Golden Teacher reach my minds Eye
Down that Paradise Drive sideways in a Side-By
With my curious chick
And a list of reasons she should try Bi
weapon..
A lethal weapon..
An assassinator
You hit the deck, as rap busts from my lips
You think I'm finished - I load another clip
Look in my face, I
Pigeon-toed cause ya shoes are small
You don't shop, you just cruise the mall
No dough, with Lee Press-Ons
Frontin' with ya girlsfriend dress on
You
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