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Every album like a brick
Times Sixty-Six
See I'm in the mix
Cuz I focused on my own pot
And I won't quit
Till them S.C.G'Z on top, nigga
Smoke
Mad soldiers out in the field, busting they steel
The raw deal, kill or be killed, shit is real
Ten hit me right on my heels, trying to make a thugs
Found an old box in my grandpa's attic
Not long after he was called on home
It was sitting on a shelf next to his steel toes
With a faded back in
servin' cocktails by Molitor
So PMD, ahh, when you ready then you're wilin'
Pick up the steel and hold it down for Strong Island
It's PMD up in
around we gone stomp em out
Pulling up wit poles then he froze photo
Cooling wit yo bitch Imma dog Toto
Hit her from the back she like young heart go slow
has arrived
(Fuck Death Row) i take you on a mission
Be on a mission of packin' steel
Steadily givin' no niggas no passes on livin'
I spend major loot
(yes)
It's like that man, it's like that (yes)
Check it
I'm not your average MC with the Joe Schmoe flow
If you don't know me by now, you'll never
man?
I said hey what's up, man
Aw, he must didn't hear me I know
Nah, nah I'm just sayin'
Man I got my, my album, man
I really would appreciate
That if
you want we just all sinning
Got a designated driver or the uber on call
Whoever is the buyer gotta fill the cooler box
Action movies everytime we go
Han
Wop
Brr, brr
(Once again I'm locked in with TP, we finna make a hit) go
Walker Homes, Herndon Homes, hell, you can be from Bowen Homes
If
like suction cups
Yea what the fuck is up you duck
You better slip
Or get your wrist slit
Ultimate legit, can't quit when it comes to making hits
A phat
to get by the dope dealing, fatal killings
In fair times so writing rhymes
It ain't just the police
We kill each other just lost another brother
Fast
used to get dissed by the chicks
And everyone would chase me and hit me with bricks
And rocks and sticks and calling me names
And filled my lunchbox with
Machine Gun Kelly is as self-effacing as he
Is talented known also
By his real name Colson
Baker, MGK effortlessly defies
Easy categorization from
bloodstains are all over this steel god dang-it
Bitch bring it, these niggas that I hang with
I hang you up naked by your ankles danglin' (ow, ow)
My need I
on glass roofs, (?)
I turned cameras out, I'm harder than steel luggage
Catch a flick of me, on your 'droid, the film won't develop
You heard? I said
pick my glock up, broke down a damn eight ball
And hit the block up, yeah we sell grams and all
But here the haters come, I done went and bought me
has hit my mailbox
And has not been stolen by my former houseguest who has my Spare keyring
A hundred to the house for their hospitality and $55 to my
used to get dissed by the chicks
And everyone would chase me and hit me with bricks
And rocks and sticks and calling me names
And filled my lunchbox with
albums?
Naw dog, I started off on the block
I just did shit to get shit
Niggas always knew I was down to hit shit
That's why I stay wit shit
a Nikon lens
Zion big, I’m a icon here
No telling when the life gon’ end so
Too paid for a night off, ah yeah
Hit a button turn the roof off
Nike slides
Damn
Uh
Listen
Aye hey
Hey
Think outside of the box
Yeah that's the album my niggas don't play like you stupid
If I shoot you gone die and you bitch
Rollin' in a golden Tacoma, the shit's stolen
If that bitch tell on me, I'ma do a fuckin' drive-by in her colon
With my meat, gotta keep it obsolete
Nottz on the beat
Somethin' sneakerheads usually leave in the box on the feet, hold up
That's right, rappers back on the chopping block
Either fact is
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