Lyrics:
like a chicken hawk too
Bitch, we can take a walk
But I hate the way you fuckin' hillbillies talk
So keep your filthy ass mouth shut
And don't say shit,
for you and I
There's not a minute that goes by that I don't believe
We can fly.. but I can feel it in the wind
The beginning or the end
So
Reporter:
Police search for clues on the Q 111
Bus where two people were shot, one fatally
Witness 1:
You heard like a few shots ring out and uh
You
to rob and steal, cnd mob and kill,
like that's gonna get you filthy, rich,
I'm sick of the sick getting by,
Of snatching away of our lives, Don't care
think two different thangs
One minute I love You then I cant Trust ah thang (Yeah )
Aye they say I'm crazy though but Man I got that crazy flow
Why tell
hmm) Candy painted with the gloss
You can hate but that's the way a player floss
(Still breaking boys off, hmm) Getting money's what I'm 'bout
I'ma
Ya'll can't handle the truth in a courtroom of lies
Perjures the jurors
Witness despised
Crooked lawyers
False Indictments publicized
Its
see it
We know hate when we see it
We know fake when we see it
We know hate when we see it
My double cup is so dirty
And the clip hold a thirty
I don't
We them young niggas who turned up city
Thick and she bad yea she darkskin and pretty
Two hundred and ten the dash hit the gas get to spinning
Hate
"yo wait a minute, you arrogant"
Hell nah, just confident
I don't need no therapist
This beat made by Yusei, don't give a damn what you say
Got fans in
killin' her vibe
The look in her eyes
They missing the prize
She losing her
Patience
I slid by her side
I don't speak the lies
Can't stand the crowd
They
years on the line so fuck a critic
They keep saying David wait your time
Can’t waste a minute
Young nigga ain’t even in my prime
Hate to admit it
Old soul
shoans
I can tell by your cape
Sometimes I feel like I need escape
From the drugs
From myself
And from all of the hate
I hit the gas
And I contemplate
I
to you I bet it sting
You wanna ride it your hide is divided
By my 2 thumbs ?, I murder it when I get inside it
Hit it till you get it, then get
And how the fuck you talk about Kendrick when he a legend (Huh)
Then go bite the nigga style on your record right at the ending
On 4AM Flex 2 minutes
hook
I know you niggas hate me just by how you look
Boy pick yo head up
Take two steps forward to get yo bread up
No matter how hard it get, never get
shorty had two hundred rocks
Palmed in his hand I'm right there sittin right by the mailbox
Two niggas with me posted playing music off his phone
Shorty
Used to get along with everyone but now they hate me
Tell me I ain't real like I'm a clone but ain't no fake me
See right through your lies yea I see
got a phone like two white Nikes
Still sip beers, I flipped and switched gears
And I push 'em on a pedal
But I don't ride bikes
Don't tell lies, bad
Imma speak the truth
While people telling lies
Imma scram repentance
They're not living right
Turn from your wicked ways
They turn a blind eye
Smack that bitch right across the lips
Cause she ain't nothin but a filthy bitch
Beat the freak in the head with a cinder block
Blackin her eyes
hate when addictions fight you
Back
Let me write this song
In about ten minutes or so
Cause I got the gift from God
I can't see like a mirage
But
I
of life,
Your deceit fooled them that it was worth the sacrifice.
Your lies persuaded people to accept the wasted blood,
Your filthy pride cleansed you
The love overpowers the hate by twos
All they left was the yellow tape in his shoes
It's real when the funeral wait to make the news
? so we six up
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