Lyrics:
thing as a bail
Nor a saved by the bell
When the heat is for real
Better throw in the towel
Before you empty your bowels
And be burned in your own waste
sick, my face might turn green
How can you ever be the best
In the scene when you're
Still tryna make a better tune
Than Fuckin' Widda Team
You don't
pill flippers and killers
I chill in the slum, concede with my plug, I made a mil using my skillet
Get lean by the tub, I'll show you some love
You cop
he'll point blank me
I don't buy it
If it's beef then I'ma fry it
I wont toss the skillet, I'ma hide it
I Had off his skillet just for trying
Crease God
screaming in hell
No such thing as a bail
Nor a saved by the bell
When the heat is for real
Better throw in the towel
Before you empty your bowels
And be
Care more about the pack than I do keepin' outta trouble
I'll jump the hurdles and let my box Chevy jump the puddles
Freon inside of this plastic bag,
about the pack than I do keepin outta trouble
I'll jump the hurdles and let my box Chevy jump the puddles
Freon inside of this plastic bag it'll make me
a skillet
This is one of the trillest
Most illest
I know u fell this
Straight from the kitchen
I rather die than to be snitching
Ask the fenes what I'm
do
Nobody, no one does it better
Look out the window and drank and chill out we get high
It's 1a.m and the crowd is still live
Relax to the groove by
straight for days cause
You better than drugs I know
You better than drugs I know
Shit be feeling right with you
Never been this high before
You better than
know you got some questions
I've been spending all my money on some clothes I never needed
But you know that's better than some food I'd never eaten
Yeah
myself just to Haunt you
Better hide when my guns Pop
And fuck your retarded
Sun block
I'll take the rays from Steve Irwin
And knock you harder
Than
make it July and it's still winter
Put my name in the rafters
Half rapper half raptor
More lines than protools
You get mixed by the master
Slick as oil
to a Lamborghini from a Mustang
Drugs slang in the drug game with the hustling
(I know one thing) anything is better than that 1 train
Bag made of Goyard,
rolling in dough paint a picture sweeter than cinnamon brother
With style like mine I am going to get it patiently I wait you know I am livid I love these
rolling in dough paint a picture sweeter than cinnamon brother
With style like mine I am going to get it patiently I wait you know I am livid I love these
some drip and
These niggas act tough, better stop with the bitching
My money too tall, so I'm not even tripping
Start marching when I hit the show
Never pay
Pimp hoes for the pussy
That's the 'Merican way
Clean up ya dirty money to good money
Cause legal money last longer than drug
Circuit's of all these other
Rappers you did the
DVDs you did the mixtapes you
Came up on mixtapes
Like every other underground rapper
In New York
I was
you let me In I could Show u better than I'm telling it
Better yet this Exederin make sure That I'm gonna pocket everything
I ain't gave a shit so I
more than buzz
I almost forgot where I was
I'm going up till I'm stuck
Just cookie I'm good on the drugs
Hit my wood and catch more than buzz
I almost
PAPER
Nobody does me better
Nobody instrumental by Robin Wesley
Nobody can do me better
Than All My Paper
Nobody can do me better
Than All
him die slim from the yoga flame
The mask black but it bleed like I'm hittin Kane
Phone booth rap,I'm with my bitch fussin in the rain
Drug dealers
Never pay
Pimp hoes for the pussy
That's the 'Merican way
Clean up ya dirty money to good money
Cause legal money last longer than drug
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