Lyrics:
as a motherfucker, why I'm rich
By a bag brother get a nigga high I'm lit
I'm bad, hit you in your eye and your bitch
Hit you when you're hidin', now you it, now
She ain't phased by bright lights
And she got ways that I like
So I got days that I might
Pull up on your block and drop all my options
They can't
mother gave birth but she really never had me
Left to the hood to play daddy
Raised by niggas named Butch, Scoot or Bae-Bae
With weight so they weigh
[Baby]
Baller Blockin'
Nigga I don't give a fuck
When it's on, it's on
We got Baby, Lac and Stone
In this bitch
I'm a neighborhood superstar
I'll
the kid on the pedestal
But I go for the head so I let it spill
Into my cup but it overfloweth
Red ink in my pen written by the poet
Signs of the times
too hard eventually it starts to hurt
The version of you in my head that I don't want to control
Produced by Oana
Yeah
Can't be fucked up bout no petty
keep her!
Superstar Features, Hollywood Swag!
Ms. Universe!
Girl you know you bad!
cll the dudes drool, whenever you walk past.
cnd all the girls frown,
Who got the best head in this bitch let's play duck duck goose, I really feel like Tupac cause I got the juice Hit my bitch one time, how you get
bed again
She'll even tell you leave the boy alone 'fore you get your head split again
Pluto shit make me sick to my stomach, we ain't never really
Huh, go 'head and look real hard like I'm a sucka
I'll beat that ass like the L.A. trucker fucka
So step up and let me hear your response
Yeah, yo,
would be real weak
I can't do bad by myself
Manchild, pack your bags, head back to the streets before we fight
Go, go, go
Manchild, pack your bags, head
When I was young, Mama bought me a guitar
A microphone and she said I'd go far
She said, "Just keep it raw, the lyrics hardcore"
Listen to my talk
a plastic bag with a note attached"
"Saying what?"
"A million and a half or he won't be back"
"So meet me by the Brooklyn Bridge, 12:00 sharp"
"If not,
your head until
Your motherfucking neck hurt
So don’t ask me to max, G, ‘cause if you
Ain’t real
I’m bringing it to your face like acne
Now rappers run
they trail by acres,
Trust, no stress we're calm
We're shooting far, we got dem trust,
We glow in the dark,
We're some superstars, we got dem,
ya rap awards
Commercial cats fuckin up the game, that's why I crash boards
Break laws, wired jaw, keep on tryin yours
Hardcore, something that my
What's good
It's FTK in this thang, trendsettin
That's right
True stuntin' hardcore all day
Ay girl
I know you've been stressin' about your man
a great idea
Until she fell off and started to listening to her peers
Oh dear!
Now Maria was your typical obnoxious
Analytical head strong rebel
of what might have been
Are still ringing in your head
Now you think if you could
Just become a famous superstar
That the pain you feel would go away
'cause of their negligence
DEATH, real shit'll start comin' to light
Niggaz you ain't like dickin' your wife, WHAT?
Kind and underminding, grimy, stiff
this
I snatch your girl up, and molest her like a rapist
Huh, go 'head and look real hard like I'm a sucka
I'll beat that ass like the L.A. trucker fucka
in your head bumping harder and harder
I'm the floss hard hoe nigga that cocks the squat
Dead smack on your face like that infrared dot
I'm
the hell you think you are
By far they ain't trippin on me
They wanna ride in my car
They look your partna up and
Down like he a superstar
But they ain't
your hands way down by your side
There's nothing here to get into
Belted up for the ride
In your bones
In your head
Living life on the edge
In your
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