Lyrics:
Denny's and conduct symphonies
You fuckin with me, you won't live to see tomorrow, faggot!
I keep it gangsta, storin bodies in a dusty attic
You can't talk
on my own lil baby (Own)
Gotta do me by my lonely baby (Lonely baby)
I can't treat you like a token baby (Token baby)
This shit don't phase a youngin
Turn
junior year Spud Webbin my way to the NBA by now
Instead, I'm rollin' up on James just to let another day just go to waste right now
You think that shit
power up and get hungry for more of it
Run
Run run
You better run run
For your sake I'll give you a heads up
Before I turn, turn
Into something you can't
I give up
Look at me now
I'm going places you can't even picture
Look at me now
I'm making moves that you can't even figure
Look at me now
Wherever
offended
Dreadshot, I pull a deadshot aye
Mascot, take the mask off aye
Dread shot
I pull you close to feel you
How you got to close in feeling me
By taking
flight
Upon the moon
Another lonely night befalls again
Catch me now if you're a friend
Send a note to those who care
Say "I feel isolated here"
So sing
tracks, I'm lusting
Can't waste 'nother minute
Rag to racks, I'm destined
Imma make it, no limit
Blink of an eye, you might miss it
Got a dollar
and tea
Give me love to give
Give me love to sleep
Give me money move
Beauty in abundance
Give me condoms by the gallon
And babies by the square mile
Sodom
to play then you better quit now
It's like I'm in the fourth when I'm kicking her out
If bro pass me the torch then I'll light up the block
Flacko AB Mr.
Don't try to play me or you'd better play bingo
Or Monopoly, by Milton Bradley
I had to school another brother, but had he
Only took a second, and checked
on the tracks, And it's way to much pressure
I'm bout to make something happen like the interstellar (Yea)
If I showed you my past, You wouldn't look at me
on the tracks, And it's way to much pressure
I'm bout to make something happen like the interstellar (Yea)
If I showed you my past, You wouldn't look at me
to the track
Throw your head back as I fuck you to this track
Throw your head back as I fuck you to the track
Your tits are mad dick?, I'm romantic
Show me your
by my wrist I gave the pot whoopings
You ain't bout no gun action stop woofing
N***as shoot diss tracks we shot bullets
Made 5K on the corner
I ain't tolerating
You niggas fuck with me, I give 'em motivation
And your circle shrinkin', see some boys escapin'
Rest of them is guilty by
at the telly naked
We ain't drop though, how you celebratin'?
Already disrespecting, something I ain't tolerating
You n- fuck with me, I give 'em motivation
're dismissed
What the fuck you mean by pride?
I got 4, 5, 6 kids wanna see me die
Okay, I'm alive, I'm alive,thats a surprise, what's the price?
Fuck your
the fuck up 'fore I put all them phone calls out
You made to my house when you was Wild'n Out before Nick
When you was on my dick and give you something
the Shah of Iran
Motorcade down when I roam the land
"Window, James, I see something I like
Park on the corner, underneath the light"
"Nice shorts, hon' -
Everybody ripping my style like the shit that hurts
But they don't give me my credit that's the shit that hurts
There's something I might say, There's
definitely owned by the mafia
First impression, a few cops talking to the owner
Inside got balloons blowing up on every corner
They don't give a fuck
Pulling
the most of shit where ever you are
Behind bars, I'm accumulating cuts and scars
Tough cards, I'm after getting stung by the guard
He caught me sniffing,
messed that up tho but hey whatever ya heard me
I went through the whole track like hook or something you feel me
This like a whole hook for real yafell me
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