Lyrics:
Check, put your money where your mouth at
Talk, talk shit, they ain't really 'bout that
I ain't never seen a day I was down bad
Made an album, turned
toting them kkk's
Fuck n***a yea you can get sprayed
I been stuck in da hood like a maze
Put a hole in ya head Like a glaze
Still roll on a N***a like
up a check
I might drop an album
All these big face hunderds feeling like Plies
I'll trick a nigga quick
Call me slip n slide
Every wer I go I got
truly represent where my head is
Will I ever be the man? Will I cement my remembrance
My legacy learnt from? I'll embark on a quest for these questions
S-N-double O-P-D-O double gizzle 'n J Tizzle
I saw you last night
(Freak, freak)
In the powder room
Talking to your girlfriends, your girlfriends
Who
back to benny row
Bitches in my kitchen with the semi's on the floor
All I know I want him dead by tonight
With his head in his lap and his body
And what does a man do? He provides
Honestly, I wrote this album like four times
Coming from a place so dark it absorbs light
Lead the blind thinking I could
achieve enough to pay my toll
Will say the n-word when Benoit goes in the hall of fame
White house walls built by black hands
Usa ; understand secrecy’s
Yeah, niggas talking all that gangsta shit
Acting like my money ain't no good in the hood; you know what I mean?
Fucking head blown off, nigga; you
detrimental for
Your future it's detrimental
For your growth it's detrimental
To your longevity
At a certain point as a woman
I'm not talking about as a man
take care of head
So i roll one up n' toke it up
I don't really give a fuck
I finally had enough, bad vibes i will stay above
Cause I've had enough
a vendetta
I ain't talkin' 'bout David when I say I'ma Guetta
Twenty mil' on my off, season of course
Twenty million when you ain't put out no album
can't find peace so instead
We're chasing our tails and we lose our heads
Way too late to be out cause the street light's on and the stop light's red
saying it Was on sight
Can't believe that n***a kept talking That shit
So I hit him up with a four five blick, And I bet that pussy n***a end up in A Ditch
Chopper took the hair right off his head he look like Ryan Shazier
They ain't talking shit to A-P-A them boys been quiet lately
Ho-Ho-Hoe don't violate me
and steam blows up literally
Simplify the rhythm and just leave for I’ve lit up the beat
Let ya light ya head up as I kill all you figuratively
Rhythms shine
I'm in your mind
I'm talking 'bout Royce, Eminem and N9ne
Talking 'bout Marshall, Aaron and Ryan
Following them 'til the day I die, following them 'til
found but mo tun ra mi ri
Ba alangba ba jabo lati ori fence ti o ku
A se press up o tun ma mi ri
Those talking bad about me
Je ki wa n ma fi enu won run
rough brother,
Word to my grandmother.
I buck you in the head just to let ya know.
Stick you for ya dough, spit on the flo',
Drag it out of ya, bring
keep do'n
More cats that slang cain and more lives get ruined
No daddys, so Boys ta Men, raised by lady's
And much props ta dem ladies raise'n dem
Yeah..
Fargo lil h**….
You know what the f*** it is n***** you know what’s going on with me…
I’m in his b**** Shout out to trapping corp by
I am the hope of the universe
I am the answer to all living things who cry out for peace
I am protector of the innocent
I am the light in
and Mr. Shadow.... aka the Mayhem Click
And we're talking about rumors
Now Lil' Rob we understand you have an album out called The Crazy Life
Can you tell
out that’s power ten boys that’s facts ten thousand then by see my dick it’s time to show me what you got without calling in your head every girl dirty
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