Lyrics:
the shooters eye
Bang Bang the shooters eye
By design who you get that info
Eating all that poison food
All the noise you do
All the noise you do
Unity after
I admit, I admit, I admit
I admit, I admit, I'm a freak (freak)
Used to go to strip clubs every week
But who these niggas tryna say I am, man I'm
who you gon' blame for that
Tried to get off the Act, still didn't know how to act
Still pull up in the back, sit my ass right in the back
Tell my
in my chain, there ain't no chips
We be really in the mix
I be all in the club, drunk, talkin' shit
We be really in the mix
Yellow tabs on my
made "I Used to Love HER"
Used to love her and I still do
Lyrically I kill you dog I don't feel you
Your style is like mildew
Real old, I'm real cold,
to kill every nigga
That stand by him or speak for him
Can you stop actin' like you
Doin' me a favor? Do I seem rattled?
This idiot don't even know he tell
Aye, Im in the yams for the art basel
You only lit for the nets like the Barclays
You in that live with your mom phase
I used to have the red van no
The sound of the waves on the embankment
A phone in my left pocket
I'm leaving, you're staying
A forgotten city by me
You're so beautiful, my dream hasn't
at Allstate Insurance
GQ: So how did you go
From Fatburger to writing
Songs for Brandy and Justin
Bieber and John Legend?
Frank Ocean: We're talking about
man Q-Tip in the house
Cee-lo you know he's in the house
My man John Legend's in the house
Talib Kwali will work it out
My man Apl.De is in
man Q-Tip in the house
Cee-lo you know he's in the house
My man John Legend's in the house
Talib Kwali will work it out
My man Apl.De is in
Thousand dollar shades on
My lil' homies boost 'em
Songs bump in Houston like Trae
Tha Truth produced 'em silverback nigga
I suggest you get used
the tectonic plate shift I
Create is so great
That by the time you reach me the earthquakes
The booth was my birthplace
I'm used to the static
They say I got
premature as Biz Markie
Can't expect you to like me more than you love rap beefin'
You respect white people more than you love black people
Shit, I let you
close to you right now, it's a force field.
I wear my heart upon my sleeve, like a big deal.
Your love pours down on me surround me like a waterfall.
and lose love as a lesson
This is the message of he who is perfected
In the name of He who died for our acceptance
Accept it reoccurs in legend some in
She got a .38 sittin in her purse
Cause my moms was the King County Jail nurse
So how in the hell could you tell Mix
That I never lived this, when you
what I've done
Who I am or where I'm from
If you don't know it by
Now then you just dumb
I ain't got no pistols, inf beams
Choppers or no Dracos
No car,
tranquil
(I'm) getting shots - girl, I drank too, get these shots, every angle
John Lennon, Kurt Cobain too, living legend, you're a lame dude
You's a last
that you just don't understand
The meanest mug in the club, don't make yo' ass the man
Now if you want to be a fan then that's fine
But all I
words are found
Let it be known that God's penmanship has been signed
With a language called love
That's why my breath is felt by the death
And while
By the time I did, heard that you had a kid
By some nigga in Decatur
Who replied, "See you later", when he got the good news, that's life shit
Now,
that you just don't understand
The meanest mug in the club, don't make yo' ass the man
Now if you want to be a fan then that's fine
But all I
than Evian
Used to hit the radio them fagots ain't let me on
Until Khaled turned up the volume
Hit the club wit it come on homie they wildin'
Nas
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