Lyrics:
everybody's top ten
You're not getting better with time
It's fine, Eminem, put down the pen
Or write an apology
Over the simple fact you had to diss
advance
Try'n'a get right hoping that one day I'd be the man
The years went by I was M.I.A
I got rid of all of the niggas that was in my way
I saved
inside, everything you need was given, fuck them odds
Hit the top, but it's easier to see between the lines
So what you want, huh? so what you want, huh?
Those faded cut off jeans are my favorite pair
Don't go messing with your hair
Let it all blow around
Move over in the middle by me
Just like you did
inside, everything you need was given, fuck them odds
Hit the top, but it's easier to see between the lines
So what you want, huh? So what you want, huh?
living off the dark end blend
Now it's time to come out my friend, you thought
Oh I'll never see the light but you were wrong
You just became the light
off the top and represent my dog
DJ Screw you know that I miss you mayn, so every chance I get I gotta mob
Never thought I'd be doing this song, but
tempted by gifts them niggaz bought you
Guilty, talk about other bitches I talk to
Leavin' you a message every time I called you
Voice mail for my top
you just hit the lottery
On vacation in the Florida Keys
By now you could have had a family
Instead you ridin around smokin trees
Droppin off D in
I'm buzzin, I need some True
Not like the shit that you smoke that you grew
Straight from Jamaica where the green grass grow
Cop me some Tops
see them in the entrance
I be getting faded fireball is my apprentice
Metaphors I live by my nigga Lupe get the credit
On top of that they can't
hear sirens from all of the beacons
'Til they bounded by life, don't get lost in the night
Because many have drowned in the deep end
Bitches, bitches,
Diamonds, fur coat and them diamonds
God bless the dead
Back when [?] was by the feds
And I was feeling so lost then
My head was tripping over my regrets
time to put the top on my ride
We was ready to spend, TMD jumped in
I said what's up, he said what's up and we was gone with the wind
Hit the highway,
My practical solution to schmucks beefin
Is sinkin my teeth in the flesh of your neck
Like Dracula seducing sluts
And bite a piece of flesh off
But
[Verse 1]
Yeah my mafia's like a posse of ya soldiers trooping through Bosnia
Body ya; To bury ya with a hundred bodies on top of ya
Your life's
showin that I'm the real thing
I'm not soft, step off, I don't sing
Not sayin singin is soft but soft is for people who sing
And no, it's not a prejudiced
his back settle all that are fronting
I'm where the bull shit turn to manure, no farming
Had to shake the shit off
Where we grew up they sling onions
No
day by day, get your bread, figure the rest out
I remember way back when, when we were hella stressed out
Now I've got my feet up and my legs are
Yo
Pop the top off and look up to the sky like
What the fuck is my mind like?
It's corrupted, nothing you wanna fuck with
Wilbon shit
Pardon
but watch dem fold
So me strap dung brave fi go shot dem boy
Couple killa by mi side, glad dem roll
'Matic inna ever hand, you know di Gad dem cold
go off real quick
My first verse is a guarantee
I'm a bad rapper, we can agree to disagree
No comparing me
If you don't listen to my rhymes
I
a purple boy that's high off purple rocks
The bankroll, we'll be collecting it soon
But first dawg I gotta make sure my form staying strong
Got on all this
knife Another day, another strike
Feeling better by the second, take my future to a spay wife Let's get back into it, I've been writing non-stop
Just
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