Lyrics:
go so hard, they call me Tunechi fuck 'em all
Can't pack no gun, so I keep a knife like that fuckin' Chucky doll
I'm at your neck like a shawl,
too much truth is pourin' from these lips
They pray I show proof or imma get chipped
So like your dad I turned into mist
Ain't that some shit
Death is
with him
I can see why they can't get along with him
Let alone playing out another song from him
Huh
I get it
I, I
I get it
The funk hit the fan you just
of the police (I love myself)
Uh, illuminated by the hand of God, boy, don't seem shy (I love myself)
One day at a time, huh
They wanna say it's a war
ya eyes to
What's the fucks that's goings on
Cause the constantly getting rid of us one by one whether Its drugs or diseases or gun by
Gun I ain't
rhymes?
I still can't believe your Soundcloud stuff was 4 years ago, it feels like just yesterday
You've really made that many songs in the meantime?
Wait
guns and coke
In court all the time tryin' to fight it
We get rich, we get indebted
So what's the problem Officer this time?
Is havin' big money
and Mo' Smokey, Onkie Dejuan they cool
Some play your kindness for weakness, we call it tipping
Come out the hood on the run, and get caught slipping
Bruce
me?
What if it was me
What if I never got the one chance to be
Everything and everywhere I go, I wouldn't see
If by your hand you took that from
'Cause motherfucker motherfucker I'm real
Hey DJ play that girl's song
If your money ain't long
Then boy you better go on
I say I got so many
they're trained on
It's the same song
Assembly line long
The blames on the better parts made up
The better parts of us
The better parts of us
They come=
it inside but the world's Such a wonderful place
You could see it online or with your own eyes, analogue vision in digital times
If you really want
these shit songs
Iowa is plagued by the
Ones who wanna get grown
All these pussy ass rappers only do it
For the clout
All these pussy ass niggas
They
it
Yaun take it to the streets let the whole world know it
It's the chance for your big career, don't blow it
Or get it blown from the top gun
the park I skate
There is no tunnels I guess there's no vision
I don't give a fuck what the mandem say
Tryna get home let me bump this train
Stopped by
why anybody wanna come and get it from Dante (Dante)
That thinking is dubious, I am Vesuvius, pop like your Pompeii (hot)
Calling me coward, I am
goings on
'Cause the constantly getting rid of us one by one Whether Its drugs or diseases or gun by
Gun I ain't no saint either I feel that
I'm
C-O-D
And then this Old G, scold me and told me coldly
You keep it up and you will be dead like your homey
But I gotta redeem, get this cream by any
on
A hella cool dude, but rubbed the wrong way
I'm a dangerous nigga, say what the song say
I live it and breathe it, I shit it and eat it
I ain't never
you pussies who say this Tech shit ain't hard for real
And try to disregard the real,
You mothafuckers is hard to feel
I get your death threats, cause
someday
He'll come to get me
Lord I know that I've been wrong
They say a man is lost without a prayer, without a song
So I'm singing on my knees cause
Guess what? Got gaffled by one time
I'm back to the motherfucking county jail
Six months on my chest, now it's time to bail, uh
I get's released
Guess what? Got gaffled by one time
I'm back to the motherfucking county jail
Six months on my chest, now it's time to bail, uh
I get's released
HERE is a story about fame i heard
It first as a fable in Somalia
Before living it out in America
The fox, they say, once had an elegant walk
For
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