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'Cause I do what I want to do anyway
I can slit my wrists if I want to
By the time I get to Arizona
I'm not from L.A. or New York
I
the pool with our drawers
'til the cops come. Run, run, fuck the law.
And I was born to be wild,
Sex, rock and roll and weed piles
Runnin' from the old
the ass, I came to hurt 'em and crash
300 soldiers commandeered by Paz
A million listeners supported my camp
Who would've thought the boy from Texas could
rock cool who play the block fool
Villain get paid laid back like chacmool
Enough to make Pac drool wherever he at
Invest wealth, impress self check ace
feeling the turbulence
But when it comes to work, I'm magnificent serving it
(Esham)
Street lords to my niggas, cheddar boy, clockin' figures
Only
bitch feelin that E
[Chorus]
[Proof]
Sippin the Moet Rose mixed with pu-ssy
Puffin the loosey, our frames by Gucci
She wanna roll with me cause I
keep rep?n and rock?n that fresh steez
Jeans cut with socks and jandals
Aloha shirts be the formal dress standard
Spot the poly?s from a mile away
Tu gdzie Bushwick Bill neva "6 Feet Deep"
Mówi Getto Boy Chuckwick Rest in Peace
Wjechał odwyk mistrz coś jak Nikki Sixx
Jak Tim Doga diss buja jak
on a couch with you
If it's really bricks in the house, nigga
For my city, know how I rock
Breaking news story leaked by the cops
Cuban links on me, too
Junwaa
Bait that boy up with his coffin if he think he watchin' and plottin' on me
And I know they some oppers so we gotta off 'em, my OG just
happy to see me
The Unit, by now you niggas should be used to it
I guess I gotta play the tape back and let you view it
Take these bullets out this K
star
Jacuzzi in the car, I'm bout to lose it y'all
Who woulda thought your baby boy'd be a superstar?
And in the hood, all my peoples know I spit it hard
Detroit City!
This is for all them big money makin niggaz in detroit.
I know ya' ridin high boy, I know ya' ridin high.
I might skate through my city
will make them toss and turn
At night bad fright from my thoughts and words
Woke bangers, I'm throwing rocks at birds
Only Lace could do that
Smoke
It's like this and like that and like this
I try to put my Anger to the pen instead of fists
I'm never giving in, I gotta Take This World By Storm
Until
to the side
From the left to the right Bebble Rock and Ghetto Youths (uh)
Strictly family when you see we in the booth (truth)
Smiles on faces but nuh get e
Tetris. Wit' your necklace
I make vet flips, like a Chevy shop
And if we skim through my DMs
You'll see skin from your BM
No E M ojis
But you'd OD off what
to where you can't speak
And Rozay will give a sober man 2 left feet
Another henny on the rocks, and I'll be okay
If you give me another shot of the E
We left out on Monday morning
Checkout was 11am
Three long shows over the weekend
Playing rock n' roll again
Ten more exits down the highway
can go that away
This is how I get away with murder ask Anna Mae, by killing beats
Such a rude boy, as an artist, shit I ain't ate in weeks like
bitch feelin that E
[Chorus]
[Proof]
Sippin the Moet Rose mixed with pu-ssy
Puffin the loosey, our frames by Gucci
She wanna roll with me cause I
shit
You'd think I had the world in my palm
Surrounded by the team pockets full of C.R.E.A.M.
Still ain't all peaches and cream
Cause it's hard being
Stars align like the big dipper
The script flipper
These little sprats
Looking like a fish dinner
Sip the Kingfisher
Your boy Billy spit flames
Better
(Brooklyn) home of the hot blocks
You can find me on the back block, e'rybody know me
I'm admired by the homey that's runnin the crack spot
I love to see
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