Lyrics:
Getting hit by the baton but they ain't stopping me
Handcuffs behind my back while their stomping me
I wont let em' prevail, so im out on bail
Crooked cops
a referee, bitch, I'm official - Whistle
Outsiders come around my section of the city
Body full of black ink, Hoss tatted by my titty
You can see that MB shit,
feel the build up, but I don't got time to stress
'Cause around 3pm, I gotta hit the road as I prepare for the show in December
12/7/19, but by 2020,
cause I shoot it like three
And I'm not afraid to fuck you up so ref just gimme a T
Or make it an ejection, correction, make it a suspension
Fine or no
took it down from the fireplace
Used to hunt a horse
Seven generations ago
He died five generations ago
I count to fifty three
(One, two, three, four, f)
Uh huh
Gang
Stro four four
On God
Wide body all black looking up at the stars
Three four doors all black it be hard to decide
I see you ain't real by
haunt me in my dreams
Like a secret I can't keep
Your ghost, follows me around it seems
You pulled me in too deep
I remember how I felt betrayed
By
demanding
3 years later, I'm still spinnin', almost killed yo' fucking family
I can't find no chill inside this cup, I sip and get more angery
I just walked
(yo)i write rhymes that make niggas throw they sets up
Couldn't hold my style if you had a pair of handcuffs
In all disrespect
I'll snatch you by your
Tt's a ball
Quick dribble
Let's dance
Damn
You made a 3
But you still half of a man
How you make love to woman
Just to leave her in the end
I'm just
try again
Piss me off twice, I'd still call you my friend
Set me on fire three times and I'm done
'Cause you lit the fuse and you loaded the gun
So
to the water while you still lookin' thirsty
I'm the best dealer around, let's go pound for pound
20,000 for a feature, you better book me now
I'm the best
Sinister
Verse 1
I was only nine years old when I got my first taste of blood we’d run around with pellet guns killing cats and dogs for fun
I
Well, I'd be dead by thirty-three
That was my best guess
But hey, here I am this morning
Singing happy birthday to me
As I clean up all this mess
Back to the regular life when sun was still so bright we chillin' no fight
Got my homies like side by side we ain't even need a whip we just pull up with
hate never used to the love
A lot of obstacles he still guide from above
Not mad that you left turn around and I shrugged
Now they gasping for oxygen
My
givin pussy like it's free
My GS3 gleams perfectly
Lil Cae's get flour like the stems
Land's and Lexus' flexed with the M-A-F-I-A
Blunts make my day
the jungle can
(Phew) jack man
Scooped ten 12 Pros by three o'clock
(Jack man) morphing up like a Power Ranger
Off this three of Wock' (Phew)
Bitch blew me out
It's 3 o'clock and I'm still underneath every cloud over me
And every face that I pass on the street says you will be loved without me
And then you
Uh, close your eyes
So watch 'em do the Macarena, somewhere out by Pasadena
Love a drug that everybody here just tryna get a taste of
You
Tighten up my circle, move in silent, get the grub
Belly never empty when you manifest the want
Thought I'd have it all by twenty-three, look at me
Damn
Check it
It began at sea
Three cross currents concurrently
Started turning creatin' the mother of all tempest to be
Excess precipitation
what finger fuck you whole squad.
Forty around extendo, flipping for my kin folk
Luxury tax on them packs if you didn't know
Bought a new crib, niggas
Shark tanks and views millionaire cruise buying cars in twos
"Never lose" my motto since birth
Double up knots and crack spots
Snitches lead out by
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