Lyrics:
in my eyes and I'm lookin' right back
Just don't stop dancin 'cause I like it like that
I know you with your man, other niggaz gon' stare
I don't
say I was over you
Wish I could say I was over you now
I can tell you want me back now
(Back now)
And it’s hard for me to back down
(Back down)
Cause
behind the trigger?
Who do you figure?
A motherfuckin' 90's nigga
Ready to buck and rip shit up
I had enough (yeah)
And I just don't give a fuck
Fuck wrong with these ho niggas?
Don't do coke, I don't blow niggas
I don't tell niggas, I show niggas
And it's never less than like four niggas
Four
by my bag
And I only want more
I'm pouring the wok
Cos I'm a leaner
We makin' hits till we filling arenas
You tryna hate like it do shit to me
I just
Damn
Get the
Back
Hand
I'mma
Bad
Man
Fuck the drama
You don't want it
If you want it come and get it then
Me my team we some mother fucking minute men
Damn
Get the
Back
Hand
I'mma
Bad
Man
Fuck the drama
You don't want it
If you want it come and get it then
Me my team we some mother fucking minute men
[Verse - Violent J]
In my mind's eye
You throw wickedness at me
I'm just a toy to you
I bring no real joy to you
The way I see it
You don't want me
sit in the back
'Cause I'm black, I don't know how to act
Double my cup and pour yak (Martell)
'Cause I'm black, I don't give a fuck about that
You
want nobody can hold me back
breaking all the rules like it's nothin' but a fact
I'll never be another sheep just following the herd nigga
Fuck with me
batter the women
How the fuck am I supposed to
Bake them a cake then?
Don't mistake him for Satan
It's a fatal mistake
If you think I need to be
Overseas
walk it out
I don't even give a fuck if you talkin' 'bout
What the fuck you want that fame, what you talkin' 'bout me?
I'm singin' this lowkey, you
you won't even take it to these cracks, yeah
Nigga, I'm out
Get back, nigga, yeah
How the fuck is you killin' something you killin' yourself
How
think about fuckin' her
And go fuck my other bitch that
Live in fuckin' big houses
I don't know what the fuck I'm gonna do
But check it
How you spell
You should walk it out
I don't even give a fuck if you talkin' 'bout
What the fuck you want that fame
What you talkin' 'bout me?
I'm singin' this lowkey
you!) Fuck you!
(Fuck you!) Fuck you!
(I'm screwed up)
How can I say it plain?
That I'm off that Mary Jane
And if it's true what they say
Then I don't
I'm movin' and like
You were just the nigga always could get through to me
I don't even know like, how you was able to do it like
Like when the whole
migraine so much emotional pain
You were the one and no one else could make that claim
It's a shame to see the relationship down the drain
Now you want us
education
And I’m sure this will end up online
So I don’t want to diss anyone at
The American Academy, I’m sure it’s equal to
The Art Institute of Chicago by
flat on my back, I'd slid 'til it hurt
Giving it over, giving it over
You put my head in the clouds and my feet in good dirt
My head in the clouds
just to ball right
I had to get it right, (get it right) I had to get it
If you fall off, bounce back and keep it movin' (movin')
If you got a bag, pay
this life
Not really givin' a fuck bout bein' nice
You know I don't care bout them feelings you feel
Only give a fuck about keepin' it real
I don't give
right at the Truth commercial
Some days I don't want to be bothered
Some days I just miss my father
And even if by a miracle he makes it half way out
It
If you make it ain't tellin no lie
(Some phony shit)
I don't understand why
(WTF)
Niggas move cool
(Fuck you moving cool for?)
But in the back of they
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