Lyrics:
wicked deams (deamons)
I keep my pistol by my bedside one in the chamber
Preoccupied with homocide my life's in danger
Rollin down the four-five beware
attitudes
I be blowing up I be getting all attention
I'm living off the album and your living off your pension
L O V E
L I F E
Cause I be blowing up, I be
pretend
Cali smokin fridays, David Bs on my legs
Said she came outside I was parked up by 10
Then we took a lil drive, took a view of my ends
I’m outside
album baby, I came back around
By myself this time, back off the wall
Guns up in the air in the middle of the streets like blak blak blak, welcome
album baby, I came back around
By myself this time, back off the wall
Guns up in the air in the middle of the streets like blak blak blak, welcome
happen
I don't know
Listen to this album, that's a no
I'm just talking now
Ranting off this track like I'm f-wording doing now
eyes when you in fear
I'm right here by yo side when you need me I'll be near
I do this out of love everything is sincere
Don't feel insecure whenever
with lyrics
Mother-F statistics they rap with metaphysics
And they yeah simplistic
They stay out as repetition
Show some recognition
Heard your album my
talcum
Got your exes crossed across me like an X in the middle like I'm Malcolm
While I lay another hit down put another track on the album
Ontongeras too
put you on all that shit you on
The originator, kid, look what you done did
Snitched, told a fib, sent feds to the crib
I ain't under arrest, I'm David
I check to see how my albums doin' today.
The group L-M-F-A-O goes double platnium "HEYY".
I got a party man.
That's how I live so I take my
85%, I'm 400 solid
Brainbolic wit knowledge, cock-diesel scholars
Holdin' it down, walkin' around wit gold by the pound
Frozen down wit diamond bolders
and the Pound, we don't F around
Relax your mind and let your conscience be free
And get down, stomping grounds is the L-B-C
I slid up out the game and MCs got
bitch but I just want a kiss
She hates my guts so much I've got no fucks to give
My album release is at the deepest depth
I'm underground as fuckin hell
the F150 Ford truck
What I say on microphones finna get me a tour bus
Cause I ain't take no shortcuts
So my success is inevitable
My status is creditable
My
bones with stones and sticks
I predict non-stop conflict, I'm getting hated on by some pricks
These haters need to read my lips, y'all suck more dick than
my life passing me by at my desk
I need Franklin's to replace all my stress
Fuego and Franklin's we gotta finesse
I got so many f's I'm flunking tests
dichotomous exchange
Sparked by pain, can't refrain from shredding patience
It's paper-thin
I'm drained from posing as a sycophant so f
But deep within
I know
around my crib for a fuck to give
But I couldn't find it
My notebook should be made of a wooden binder
Cause that's what my albums be sellin'
But I
the other side, fuck them tricks (fuck them)
Any repercussion, Junior M.A.F.I.A. spit clips (Notorious)
All the time, Big Poppa kick the war rhymes
Raw
'Cause I did the album with Crypt, not you
They ain't realize everything that I knew
I'm known by many, but respected by few
And I know nobody has handed
needs a win
My pride isn't written
I might be offended by my intuition
How do I piss myself off
Listen
I'm just a guest in the house of rap but I pay rent
RHINO SONG
1980 by David Williams
F C F C
Rhino, everybody knows,
C G C
You got one tail, four feet, twelve toes.
F
and drugs
Too many girls getting pregnant by wanna be thugs
Cant pay the child support let alone the hugs
Shit only thing the kid gets is probably a hug
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