Lyrics:
still keep it 100
Yes! Yeah we stay transplendent quick math no quiz
If you are what you eat then I guess I'm beats
I'm Mdub chronic I'm good good
Lights
Ha yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
One time
Yo
Never liked son from day one bring you tool
That nigga stick you and play dumb hate a bitch ass
put my verse on the first one-beat the herds come
So be careful 'coz my rap will make you eat your words, son
(Word to God)
Scratch I? Who
lost a beat away. Purst in like a one way sender war give a heart like a fay. 'cause I can ford a red eed only street a wide a ree land. Die-mond make
and run 'em down
Pull a stock out that K
Throw a hundred rounds
Won't stop 'til your box lowered underground
Put you in the urn, your bones will burn
The playful of maliciousness
That I was dealt besides my head
You’ll find a cushion – sleep away
Lie in bed – keep the faith
Jesus came to die instead died in
Like the world can get fucked
Snakes will try eat for free
But complain about the cup of tea
All while looking at your plate
To see whats to eat
he's not shakin' (not shakin')
Police call me, beat that case (beat that case)
Before I eat, I say my grace (say my grace)
I seen my Crips and shake
Well ocean I mean I meant "oh shit"
But anyways I feel terrific and terrified
When she looks me in my eyes I feel dead inside
And that in itself makes me
cheque
See I should have a trigger tattooed on my neck
To represent the heat that I repeat
Now you can take the highs out of the beat
But never take
cheque
See I should have a trigger tattooed on my neck
To represent the heat that I repeat
Now you can take the highs out of the beat
But never take
itself's a condition
Voices in my head tell me, that I shouldn't be living
Say, that I'm not worth all of the blessings that I've been given
Inwardly PC, But
i’m desensitized, when they beat or pop em
‘Cause if them crackas did that to me, couldn’t no one stop em
And it ain’t like this shit gon change, so
that'll hurt ya
Serve and murda all busters now,
Hard times gotta grind get mine,
Even if it means pap that's ya life,
And a nigga gotta die by
the squad that do the
Job and beat the charge
A gold T with a old key will beat the job
You never know when you're bout to go
You never know when you're about
bang all day every day
I'm a famous grime star that's bait
But shoot my mate, snitch or violate
I will ride and bang like a
Pornstar on a first date
So
when the occasion is risen to by champions,
you know what I'm sayin'?
Let this speak for itself and handle me accordingly.
When you see me nigga, it
still better than your new shit
(Sick sell, man!) Thanks man, I'm a savage with new fucking tools
Grab my prey by the teeth, heat it 'fore I eat it
Bear
getting this fetti
We in the Chevy and ready to pop tags in
[Chorus:]
So whatever you tryna do lil niggas I already done
And since you wanna live by
visibly shaken
Taken them plungers, plungin' to death that's painted by the numbers
With Krylon applied pressure, cats is playin God
By havin' children
I let my swagger blossom
I make the beat play possum
When I pop up like a martian
No precaution
And I'm rocking with my posse
Rolling stones like
of gun fire
Will not retire til I'm paid
Turn the base up higher
When we ride, we fly by
Bitches blow me kisses
Niggas from Compton to Brooklyn come
On get
don't give a fuck that he paid
I don't give a fuck how much he weigh
Niggas die every fuckin' day
Broad daylight, hit a nigga with the K
By myself, I'm
put my verse on the first one-beat the herds come
So be careful 'coz my rap will make you eat your words, son
(Word to God)
Scratch I? Who
Discuss these beat that refused to die by pop will eat itself Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In