Lyrics:
a leprechaun
I chop rappers up like chicken seczuan
Sells a squads off like a slave auction
Aiyyo my zodiac sign read caution
On stage, I make your seed
Please don't dirt on the name
Or we kicking dirt on your grave
Guess karma a hell of a thing
Since Obama you thought it would change
But I'm feeling
kilos by the speedboat
And I ain't talkin' 'bout that work
I'm talkin' 'bout that worth
Of myself and all my niggas
Every diamond came out the dirt
props
I write daily blood clots, Union gang off top
Yeah the flame contingent with the Flawless Onslaught you know
Here we from we got bread and he cuz
need love no mistake yeah I need it
When I'm up and it's late
When I'm up and it's late
And you come to my place
Where the weed at
Linkin park
All black
And your up alone by yourself over thinkin
Wishing you could go to sleep way more easy
But I always stay up n fight with my demonds
Why can't I be normal
high
Gettin by
Livin' life
Like if you won't ever
Die Da da
It's only today
Tomorrows too late
We all on our way
To the star dust
From dust we all came
non-fiction, now you in a state of non-fiction
Make you beg for mercy, if you ever approach me, I blow your head off
When I talk, chop off your arms, and bash
the dirt kid
They call me Drag-On;
I'm the youngest buck at bunkers
Collabo' wit my dogs from Yonkers
but this Bronx bombers
Spitting flame so you
But I get by my wicked ways
Lady you can suck a dick 'til your neck aches
Cry 'til you get puffy eyes, red faced
But I'm leavin' on this jet plane
to bang with my boy, goddam I miss my boy
We started out youngstas in the park throwin birds
In your hearse, damn it's sad to see my nigga in
Built a wall and I watched it burn
Built a wall and I watched it burn
Switching sides and now my turn
Chewed me up spit me on the dirt
Now who’s crazy you
all day, it's hot as fuck, fuck
The thrift store got clustered
How many outfits did you try on?
Got the T that you wanted
Yeah, The Linkin Park hat too
a teller
I would never tell you but
That would be Bankhead
A1 nigga from the south side
I need a spot light
I need a chinchilla, before I get frostbite
Put
a Hit
It's out of the park
Thought it's gonna be the end of em
My story belongs in the cinema
Providing my family and friends with love
Defend them by
a mark
I bet you get your ass kicked hanging at the park, bitch!
You'd better watch your back
Before you get jacked by a nigga with a gat
Cause Life is
a threat from me
That paragraph and a half you put on FB
For everyone to see, pissed a lot of people off
Including me
It seems to me you never did research
the yappin, be true to it, do it
Steady scream about your East and your West side
But you ain't in it when it comes to the homicide
Niggaz better get up off
cookin never snoozing
Lettin time pass me by i cant do it
Im abusive with the beats smooth with the flow
If you broke don't stress true hustlers never fold
Touch you with the Blade, take off your toupee
Put my dirt in your glocks, sometimes I do my dark in the day
My momma didn't raise no sick, she raised
bringing the smoke that make em ring off the alarm
And that's on god nigga, that's on god
(That's on god)
That's your bitch she let me hit it out the park
to carry ,this yoke as I provoked all the pious one's /banded liberty rob us from our family made my essence abandoned by 3 degree /give me
you same face I make
When I'm shooting the gun's the same face that I make when I fuck
From the back of my hand on your neck
Pressing your face
Listen to the sizzle from the bullet that the glock burst fro (sss)
Should a probably tweaked you up just a little
And had your body leanin, lookin' like
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