Lyrics:
death is wrong
So I'ma keep holding on 'til what's left is gone
You can put that on my nigga Boom (true)
These other rap cats will give a nigga room
is ammunition
Cats wishing to rip it like this, keep fishing
Your flow ain't long enough, strong enough
And record sales aren't (vocal scratching)
Yea
STacKS
MJSTacKS
Everything you see us pushing go zoom two seater so its not enough room
Everything you see us pushing go zoom
Two seater so its
Never could tell me shit about my boo
It was never ever enough for you
Did my best to make sure you're comfortable
Ignoring the signs, not reading
death is wrong
So I'ma keep holding on 'til what's left is gone
You can put that on my nigga Boom (true)
These other rap cats will give a nigga room
20/20
20/20
20/20
20/20
It's goin' down
Not now but right now
By now you know the sound
It's dilation, cats with 20/20
I tell nickel and dimers try
Pussy cat that's not you
I'm always looking for more
I'm never done
Never enough
The artificial glow cannot switch off the stars
High speed feet start
convinced that you deserve this shit
If you want my love you have to earn the shit
I know that it's not fair but you should taste what you been serving him
Open da bag
Smoke out the scat
This a slime season like cat in the hat
What's the EQ on that loud think its flat
If life was a race you would be in
clean, since I was a lil nigga, bitch, since 2002
I been cold, I make niggas sick like achoo when I walk in the room
Smoking on Doja, beating up cat
Hit my
their walking
With a hundred this
A hundred that
Not making nothing run it back
Copy cat
Broadcast through your stereo
That I'm a different cat
talented
Not commended enough to be committed, but in balance
I lost my parents as a kid
Nobody's really certain if their deaths were an accident
That
matter what you offer
He won't like you in the first place
You'll never swing you bat hard enough
To get to third base!
I wasn't gonna go here
But bitch
our living
This is what the people want us to do
Nah, I'm not gonna get a job there
And I'm not gonna work there, nah, not at Gap
Fuck it, hey, come
can't even speak in certain' rooms
See the cats in the whips want to, get me
But I got the pounds and them 9's, they pretty
See me on the streets,
Ferrari, uh
I still get a quarter mill'
To snatch back the party, uh
Slid in her DM and she hit back
She was smart enough
And they say I'm way too, I'm on my
to swing."
"I just go crazy when you give me room to do my thing." That's Fats
Well, check out Fats, he's a real cool cat
He's got bright white spats
down
Down, down
Massacre in the making
There's not a place you can take it
Breaking the face of the planet
Waiting for something to shake
Shake
been addicted and I cannot find enough
I call you, I'm tryna fuck, I'm in room 921, come on up
And we could put up the "please do not disturb"
I got
people ain't no room to breathe
Surrounded by murderous felons, drinks and bags of weed
I swing at ya and get fly with the M-I
I'm automatic trample in
nigga, bend the law, cut the rules
I'm about to risk it all, I ain't got too much to lose
Y'all been eatin' long enough, it's my turn to cut the food
really out here! (We really out here, yeah yeah yeah!)
Uh, and it might not be such a bad idea if I never went home again
Fuck the same hoes again,
so your wording and verdict'll limit
You're devoid of tools, your film's cool but verses: zot
SIR rejects affiliations, I'm not trynna join a crew
I'm
straightens out
If one perfect day
Somebody's gonna get her
Money enough
So she swings out of the circle
She was caught in
Some years ago
But for now
We're
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