Lyrics:
by the fuckin money
This shit wasn't funny
Didn't need facebook or no playboy bunny
Only the yayo, where I spend my money
Forgettiing about my family
of this twisted mind
I'm fuckin' evil, but never blind to my kind
In this state of mind I find
I find, I'm not worth the time of life
I live to die
It's
Took the knife out of my neck and ate the meat out' my own head
Necks and throats, bein' brutally torn'
Arms and legs dipped in blood taste good with
breath, by the time I flip to the next flow
This sho' is real, this is the deal, guns I'm runnin
Gotta make it out of town to flip my {shit} and keep it
talkin' bout the drugs and I put it
on my means
If you come for my ass I'll slap you with
my ring
Put it on your face and you finna fuckin
wear it
And I'm
rap shit equates a monumental shocker"
But it's personal like my own pressure pop off, primary
Plus I'm gonna rock ya fuckin' socks off - Oh fuck
still there
With bandannas tied to my wheel chair
To all the hoodrat hoes I'm fired
They mad 'cause my tongue get tired
Now everybody wanna put they
my name, and Pharoahe Moch, why we came what?
We off the chain, plus we plottin on the chain, what?
Know ya role, by the way tuck ya gold
And you
Tea rocks in the watch be flaring but hot see
Got these from my nigga Vatche
How big your blanks be ain't nothin scot free
I'm ready to cop
my head
My disappointment spreads far
My exasperation at these blatant imbeciles is caused by who they are
Now each of them is due a little humbling
I'm Lauryn Hillin 'em
I swear to god if I could
I'd never turn the page
Living the rest of my days on stage
Fucking with bitches that never age
I'm so
Hey
Hey
Yeah
Ok the pressure I'm applying ain't regular I'm on some other shit
Baby girl want my number cuz I'm the one she fuckin' with
If they're
by my damn self
By my damn self, upped it by my damn self
I remember I was goin' hard by my damn self
My damn self, I did it by my damn self
I
on the block
Do the dew, don't cop from cops
Niggas ball to ball, push blow to blow
The nose knows, suckas just play the role
Roll with players, gangsters prey
should cop the threads
Rock a highlighter hair wearing girl
In her bed
Rockstar mentality
Gonna whip my head
Drum solo, string strumming
Leave my soul for
drums on it
Bigger than Loretta Devine
With a shot better than Steph and
LeBron, I'm on my grind, bitch
Pass the baton
I'm rap crack packed in a bong
One
lungs
Kobe in '06 with the motherfuckin' and ones
Try to compete and you'll get your motherfuckin' head hung
Chennai city bitch I'm from the 600
Ain't no
Ain't no need in me lying about it 'cause everybody knows the truth
I passed my share of Ole Jack and Jim Beam, white lightnin' and mountain dew
I've
Shoot'em in the fuckin' head, go ahead, bitch
Slap my mom, slap the fuck out of her
She can't sue you, she wouldn't get a buck out of you
'Cause you're
Trying to steal my mojo
Oh no your'e fuckin' with a pro
Who go for dolo
For sure though
A season veteran holy a (dobo???)
Come on now Judge Judy
Trying to steal my mojo
Oh no your'e fuckin' with a pro
Who go for dolo
For sure though
A season veteran holy a (dobo??)
Come on now Judge Judy
left the Glock with the switch
Police gon' press you, we got lawyers, baby, don't tell 'em shit (don't say shit)
And I be rock-rock-rockin' 'til
ain't Halloween
She should have the Pro Tools on when I beat
I be fuckin' her showin' my bae how to sing, yeah
Come on, baby, rock on my mic
My hoes
shit
Yeah, I like my money real neat
Just like I like all my freaks
You said you're fuckin' with me, I'ma just sip my lil' tea
She let me fuck her
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