Lyrics:
I know who's gun it is
Just by hearing the shots that's Bo
That's Little Mack
Damn baby who the fuck is that?!
I can tell from the way that he
niggas that’ll burn shells turn a
Fat kid into slim Kel i am legend
Headache with no Excedrin
Leaving the club at five got
To be up by seven
I’m praying
as a pig would attack
One little black when he ain't strapped
And his hands is cuffed behind his back
Fact that I riddle a rap
That is so lyrical that
the bottom of the
Class - What we call home
Everybody wanna know if the kid got a story
Old folks gimme just a little
When I give more
Started out with
a high five nigga get lost
If you think you shine bright you get flicked off
People that left my side might
Regret it whenever I get the recognition from
with lethal
Take the city while sleeper, Damn you don't wanna meet the reaper
Damned by the heat of my people, My own kind quick to spit up on ya dreams
basements cuz I ate them
Patience, 5,000 likes? You paid for them
We don't need basements
There's other places where we can get naked
"Oh they'll hide in
just like Vega
You v me nobody can save ya
On the mic I'm way too major
Cos I'm shocking MCs like Blanka
I got money in the bank, I'm a banker
You
handle your B.I.
Dirty South y'all, handle B.I.
Up top y'all, handle your B.I.
Now make way for a sister little feisty foul mouth
Say what's that all
closed
Legal marijuana patient I ain't worried 'bout 5-0
Changin' up the new God flow
Tell me something you alive fo'
If God died for us, tell me who you
brick weed
Wasn't coming easily but them five Oh's was seekin' me
Phone it rang repeatedly get in an out this peacefully
You don't want no beef with me
sick tonight,
I'm like superman without kryptonite,
Phat as hell without cellulite,
And I look well sick in a U.V light,
Speakin' of sick that's me
somethin' up
By the time I hit Chick Chicken (yeah)
In my black Ralph tracky, got my flicky on my waist
Call my shots, and my little fuckin' phone here
a little game, try to hit it off
Take the bull by the horns, catch a Minotaur
Make her shake off of that lame and get with a boss
Lawd, tell me shorty,
just pressed
Will be gripped by the DJ's fingertips
Slipped out of the crate, out the sleeve
Laid on the technique and played out my speak-ers
Ears glued
the hell can't I help this man
with the nerve to approach me with an empty hand
Put some money in them little envelopes for charity
It could be me in 5 years
on the north side east side,
No gang signs yo we only through high 5’s
Skateboarder faith in Jehovah
Stayed sober skate straight ye little soldier
The takeover
niggas ain't ready
They got the pounds and we runnin' in
I just got a play for like twenty bands
I know I'm hated by many man
That's why I keep me a fifty
just like Vega
You v me nobody can save ya
On the mic I'm way too major
Cos I'm shocking MCs like Blanka
I got money in the bank, I'm a banker
You
Started hanging with the wrong crowd
Caught slanging by my pops and got thrown out
On my own once again I had to make it happen
That's just a little
niggas straight into a heart attack
Life is like a relapse
Can you see that?
My name is Jamie Madrox, represented by the bat
Dark night, dark skies
a little story, something for your ear
Like the new millennium version of Paul Revere
Except this ain't fiction, this is real life here
I be 30 years old
Ain't got no time for no boyfriend's these days,
I got to stay focused move things in my way,
I got to stay on top in this industry,
These little quick
the structure we get a little chedda man from
Any cat that touch her
She said she was game and knew I had game
But even with game girl you gotta use your brain
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