Lyrics:
of bunch of dead men (dead men, woo)
You ain't fuckin', give me head then (come here)
I see demons, I hop out the bed (I'm out)
Could've leased it, I
the do'
Never no more will you see me
This is the end
Cause now I know you've been cheatin'
I'm a sucka for love
What you won't do
(There ain't nothin' you
and then I just dip
Come get yo bitch trynna chill wit the clique
But she can't
Cause I'm chillin wit the gang
Still wit the same niggas ain't nothin
you tough nigga (oh, you tough)
But you ten deep
I got two lions with me, you got ten sheep (pussy)
Street math, blood (huh?)
Ain't no time for no
Raggedy-ass bitches
That bitch ain't no good
Look at your face all frowned up
The only thing you got goin for ya is your fake tits and round
I go to sleep
I see this big ol' butt
See I ain't never gave no chick fo' stars
But she treat me so good that
She be drivin my car
And everyday it get
Yeen gotta say it just show you solid
Shawty look good but got hella mileage (look good)
Been street smart but I ain't seen no college
Been street smart
Dang it feel good
Them boys sayin’ they ain’t scared
Then what you need that gat for
You livin’ it by that gun
You goin’ die like Al Pacino
You Scarface
Lane"
"And you could be my boyfriend, you surely can
Just let me quit my boyfriend called Superman"
I said, "He's a fairy, I do suppose
Flyin'
I done made it out the land of the brave
I can tell you, shake my hand, that is fate
Free the guys, the ones who never made a stage
Slidin' with
ain't that real, no Wednesday
Wait till Friday, bitch, that motherfuckin' payday
Scarlet go first, so he settin' the tone
And get this bitch off me, I
on a Sunday
Hoe see dis money but she can't get nothin
I told her I'd pay for it bitch I was bluffin
My money ain't childish dont get caught by dem youngins
There’s no credibility, ain’t no stability
When you can unleash your hatred anonymously
We all hated the villains in fairy tales
Good guy will win
to house
So I can hear Dike Jones tell me
He got platinum in his mouth
That nigga soft
He ain't never move no crack in the South
Was in packaging soft
he'd actually come in the dressing room at Donnington
that evening and told us to get on stage. But he actually didn't. And we got on stage and he goes,
off to the good
Can't even say I didn't know you would
Make a little money, get it from the bro
Bring that shit back to the hood
Anytime you see me
POP,POP,POP
but I ain't going out like that cause even mace wont blind me
It takes a 100 cops, an army, and dogs and they still couldn't find me
Cause I'ma
'cause this ain't nothin' new
What more do they want from me? (What?) Demons, they been hauntin' me (yeah)
Satan tryna offer me a deal that's gon' be
I been out trappin', I'm havin' to catch up on packages,
I ain't delivered in days
Niggas like "Gauge,
How you gon' leave us with nothin' to take"
Niggas wanna hate then repeat afta me
It's nothin
Mad cause you getting that cake on the street
It's nothin
Talk shit behind ya back but act fake when you
He was just an old country doctor
In a little Kentucky town
Fame and fortune had passed him by
But we never saw him frown
As day by day in his
of high school, daily attendant
He never got in trouble never did he get suspended
Good little Kenny who would believe
He dropped out of school to start
But I guess it don't matter 'cause I was really amazed
When he talked to me at Excels prom. Feelin's of strain
Entered my brain like rain, every which
there’s another emcee in The wings evil eyes
And the government spies have the finger on the button never Heard it from me
And we ain’t sayin’ nuttin’
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