Lyrics:
a down south chic raised on butter and grits
And I'm bout my hustle bout to get all I can get
Cuz I ain't trying to work for 5.50 at Jack in the Box
I was
(get 'em up out of here)
Spent change on my neck like a wishin' well
Cappin' in your rap, nigga livin' in the fairytale (cap)
Mink fur on me, yeah,
Ain't nothin changed woadie (nope)
Ive been trying chill (chillen out)
I got my change up now i ain't gotta kill
But fuck sending niggas
They fuck
on production and I thank Lauren and
Clef for my introduction
To the same rap industry
That secretly humbled me
Sittin by the freakin' man
Keepin' 'em company
on a Metro. Cause these haters soft, so flat like an Espresso
I'ma change the pace, I see them throwin' shots. But how you throwin' shots when your pistol never
will never change though
You a perfect picture
I love all your angles
Where'd you leave your wings
Where'd you leave your halo
Girl you the shit
Even
some pleasure with your pain
I don't need you to explain
Because we all feel the same
Its just a temporary change
A little pleasure with your pain
We
make it don't trade me
Worldly wonders, shirley temples, growing number, i never sleep my slumber wanders
Under oath and over zealous
Seasons change
the camel's broke
Change up wisdom wise and stick to tools
One called slavemaster's son by a poor fool
I ain't the hypocrite fit with the two-face
There's no
imagined
Magnified by inner-joining ions
Who patronize my likeness and pray for my demise
I despise anyone who decides they live a life of fakeness
Imitating
Niggas frontin' so I'm coming back
Spittin' that shit that had Pookie doing jumping jacks
Getting money when you was watching Thundercats
We not
And I have never known much about silver linings
But I can look around this van and see
Five faces that breath life into me
Kings full of jacks
He stopped by the other day
Said he came to say he was leavin'
She just closed the door,let out a sigh
No more tears to cry
Now he's gone
No
They got married early, never had no money
Then when he got laid off, they really hit the skids
He started up his drinking, then they started
Systematic abuse on a daily basis, you're a racist (you don't know why?)
Evidence of your intrusion, multiplied by my contusions.
You can't suture
and DARYL will get you - got you -
fucked up and dead will be the way you walk. Damn right, I
hate L.A. swine with a passion GEE cuzz my pops was killed by
blasting.
Ass, I'm a never show guns but I'm still an assassin.
Yes, some say my rap's about to crack the afterburn.
From out the first, send the whole
keep a box of optimos
Hustlin so you can come up on the pearl, proper rose
Up in clubs, rock in clothes, big ballas have never seen
Keep their mind
another strong drink.
For ten lonely years - that's my reward.
My ego and I we have faced many dangers.
Fear and self loathing have never been strangers.
They got married early, never had no money
Then when he got laid off, they really hit the skids
He started up his drinking, then they started
with linguistic rhyme penetrating
Upsided the mind like the burn, of jack of lantern
Attack this, when I smack kids with my tactics
Kill it over
Governmently engineered like E Bola for this rap garage sale
by this industry I'm trying not to get fucked like 2Pac in jail
You can hate me, but await me like
Silencer is the point guard
Said you was a crook but you
Ain't busting no lead homes
Only jack you pulling is
Connected to some headphones
The sound
Five Freddie
I'm Freddie with the knives on
My gloves and I'm ready
To cut a nigga face like confetti
For fuckin' with a live nigga cheddy
I bet he never
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