Lyrics:
had faith
Grown up just like me
Fuck that
I'm trying my best
Shut the fuck up
You have a rare gem
Believe in something outside of yourself
I used it for
Swimming pool
I love making swimming pools
Whether it's on an enemy ship or ours
It is always cool
You're a fool
If you don't play by the rules
Yer
They
'boutta hit this muhfuckin' album
(Oh oh-Oh, yeah yeah yeah yeah, whoa)
Yeah-Yeah-Yeah-Yeah
I done seen a lot of things, yeah yeah
Nowadays, sit
knew you was jealous from the day that I met you
I upset you, cuz I get respect I bet you
I'm even liked better by your neice and nephew
Now you hate
the killers dwell
Now I hope my album sell
To a place where we die for our street
Or we die by police
Mamas watching us get carried away
To a place where we
Is y'all ready for Twenty-0-7, it's now another drought
Everyone's a killer, wow we bugging out
Since 86 showing the crowd what I'm about
And they
Is y'all ready for Twenty-0-7, it's now another drought
Everyone's a killer, wow we bugging out
Since 86 showing the crowd what I'm about
And they
it wasn't any old rhyme
Got a couple killers that are never online
Might seen a shadow in a video of mine
Standin' behind the camera with the director
say I gotta odd sense of humor, killer clown sittin' still by the window
Tough links in a crimson cape, sat there with my lipstick smudged
I got
about to go see death
And the killer gonna be tech
He next
All the people never gonna re-elect
Such a reject
When I spit vital
With this title
You
And the killer gonna be tech
He next
All the people never gonna re-elect
Such a reject
When I spit vital
With this title
You sit idle
Like seacrest
All
take what I want
So, you tried to front, hope ya (got yo'self a gun)
You ain't real, hope ya (got yo'self a gun)
My, first album had no famous guest
your hands up in the air
Then I steer the 600 and
Flex through your hood
I get your money or girl, I take your car
Then I'm good
Call me the rap killer
Fallen… and it cuts to
Waller killing a steak, rare
He was chased out of Gotham by the Bat went
Searching for sanctuary elsewhere he
Never found it
Croc
fuckin’
Up the path, for real
And got my little man’s future looking bad
It’s ill
Y’all Smack DVDs niggas ain’t real at all
‘Cause real killers keep
Their
[Intro: Young Jeezy]
Yeah, be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this by the way nigga, some real shit right here nigga
This'll be
Yeah be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this shit by the way nigga
Some real shit right here nigga
This will be the realest shit you
over me
Wind in my hair, I was there, I remember it all too well
Photo album on the counter, your cheeks were turning red
You used to be a little
i fire more arms than he ever did
that's why
I keep things in proper prospective
And every album point why'all niggas in the right direction
Cold killer steppers 'round me nameless
Dog killin', NBA ain't no 'tainment
Sippin' drank meetin' 'bout the case
Buy the smoke by the block if it's
Yeah
The Yeezy are color your days
The number the J's
The number the Nike are rare
They play in the summer, they
Lay in the summer
The head trauma
album, Ima kill at will
I travel deep in my own mind & faced myself
I'm the only competition, embrace myself
I corrected my mistakes, yeah I shadow myself
Ain't not Kanye album for this level of inspiration
Sights on target mirror is who i'm facing
You leave me out of breath with your posts feel like
take you out.
Cuz my style is pretty rare
I like it bloody. Kinda funny.
cll these other rappers wanting beef
Look vegan to me.
cnd I just dropped
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