Serious
Murdarock & Floyd
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They wonder when I'm going to stop They be curious Is you serious Is you serious Is you serious They wonder when I'm going to stop They be curious Is you serious I'm in my whip like fast and furious Way I'm shining You delirious I smoke drugs to lift my spirit You a bitch I hope you hear it Take it to heart Just know I'm serious Trying to get rich F*ck the fame Roll some pressure Stay in my lane Mix the passion with the pain And charge the bullshit to the game And I'm going do it for the gang Me and these niggas ain't the same All these drugs keep me sane Some bout that Mary in my brain Take a hit It's all going to change A simple fix To ease the pain I'm a big dog And I can't be tamed It's a remedy Her name is Jane Not the white girl But the right girl If it's different Then it's some right Early morning Late night Doing my thing It's some slight Nothing cut a bitch off It's some light Compare me to the goat Cause I'm some like Took a whiff of the spliff And looked at me Like damn nigga yeah some right Is you serious Are you serious Is you serious Tell me that you're serious Are you serious girl Tell me that you're serious They wonder when I'm going to stop They be curious I'm in my whip like fast and furious Way I'm shining You delirious I smoke drugs to lift my spirits You a bitch I hope you hear it Take it to heart Just know I'm serious Gotta focus Get in yo zone Niggas be bogus Man leave me alone Need the job done Get it done on your own I can't grant you no tokens Can't give you a loan Walk in the room And we know that we on I'm a cold nigga My heart made of chrome Kumah the jeweler Diamonds Sierra Leone Glock come from Austria It's a two tone Cha Ching cha Ching The sound of my phone It's a 1 of 1 baby Don't try to get on You can say what you say But you still coming home Gotta have it my way Or I'm moving along Rome ain't built in a day Good thing this ain't Rome Jay to the face That's two to the dome 1 or 2 plays And I get it gone Trying to figure out how I did it Like Sherlock Holmes I ain't worried bout shit You trying keep up with the Jones Gotta condition Money syndrome Stay medicated I'm up like a drone Flash on the bag So you can see the trichomes In the cut with the dead Like catacombs And you hate it right there Cause a house ain't a home Gotta run up my chips Never stepping alone She say I'm like Luther When I'm in my zone Extended glocks I'm holding on When you stuck in the field It could always go wrong Like magic poof That boy get gone I'm stating the facts In a minute we on I'm just stating the facts In a minute we on Baby this is a fact In a minute we on
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