Lyrics:
Taking more shit than they ever take
Yo pigs are made to kill, and no regret and
Keep your hand on your weapon shoot his ass and start steppin'
'Cause I'm
liter-
Ature on the subject you sure? Fuck it
You know we got your back like chiroprac-tic
If that bitch do you dirty
We'll wipe her ass out as in
down your hands (keep 'em high)
And if ya losing yo' high than smoke again (keep 'em high)
N-n-n-now, my flow
Is in the pocket like wallets, I got
and some more of her friends
We got room keys, it's all nudity
Ain't no tellin' what these bitches gonna do to me
Shawty crunk, on the floor wide open
Halle Berry
I'll be the ghetto Damon Wayans
In charge like the Lakers
You got your pink 380
I got my black nine for the haters
My homies call you
got multiple phones
Slay took a month to find me
Got multiple homes pop off
My black talons will bullet your vest
(Gun noises) 300 blackout, fully
a challenge that's meant to break you, unbalanced
Scales, you ain't average, now throw your hands on three
Go on and put 'em up for
Black magic, black
drawn
I told you in the Face
Off I'll make you watch
Your mother suck my dick in her grandson room
And then I put you in ya place
I do some more
She got her hand on my suit
Now I'm tryna fuck in the Coupe
She's asking me if I like that
Told her you know that I do
The key is to make sure
keep on doing what you're doing
Move your feet (move ya feet) cut a rug (cut a rug)
Put your hands up if you're the baddest in the club, ha
Take
Each one cut by hand, by master glassworkers"
She draws her eyes from me for
A second to look up
"Takes one's breath away to think about it"
Mum loves
off
My man Murray said
"never take your shine off"
Sometimes I go offline to get these lines off
My crown chakra's like a Chi-town opera
Violence,
her. She said “your father left when your mum was pregnant and she had to survive all by herself” Now he wants your custody so he can maltreat you, but
normally, but strange ringed like that in black.
It doesn't get much better, your voice can get just ripped up shouting in vain,
Maybe someone hears what
the peas all mushed
And the chicken tastes like wood
So you try to play it off like you think you can
By saying that you're full
And then your friend
Skin color murdered by a black man who been brother
Or a cop who been Sucka through it all it be another
Black, man getting to the money
Black man, black
altercation I had with my man
But I'm in the route of advancin'
I cut off my finger to save my hand and this is how I got established
I cut off a nina
yesterday but still I had to let her pass
She keeps on passing me by
She keeps on passing me by
(Nevertheless, I'll say it again)
She keeps on passing
yesterday but still I had to let her pass
She keeps on passing me by
She keeps on passing me by
(Nevertheless, I'll say it again)
She keeps on passing
major bread to break
Recipes for cake, keys to v's and estates, I'm straight
I said put your hands in the motherfucking air, where?
Put your hands in
snatched Black, he be right out
Jerk salmon and mac and
Cheese from Lighthouse
You niggas do what you're told
I do me 'cuz I'm bold
I maneuver in Ubers, Keep
there you are. You can sense the storm has moved off - your not scared anymore now are you?"
He continued quietly to gently lick her hand.
But she
to get this off my chest
You a bitch if I'm rappin'
And you say you not impressed
Your input does not add money to my check
Who the fuck about to do this
the peas all mushed
And the chicken tastes like wood
So you try to play it off like you think you can
By saying that you're full
And then your friend
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