Lyrics:
when I get back and then you’ll try and ask how to
Chorus: 2x
Verse: Baby I’m gone, headed towards my 10,000th Hour
And I aint use all of the 48 laws
faker
Running back you can't believe that it's over
Don't come any closer
Can't help but only running back
Oh oh oh
Running back you maniac and it's okay
Everything I Want, You Are I AM
That’s Who You Are
10,000 tongues ain't enough
10,000 tongues ain't enough
Can’t believe he did it but he did, Yah, Yah, Yah
eyeballs roll
Back in my head and the mic glows red
Step in my face and you'll wind up dead
Yo, thanks, I needed that
I was posessed by this treacherous
raised by psycho-crazed lumberjacks.
So in a battle I be stabbin',choppin' M-C'ss like trees,
Piece-by-piece buildin' cabins.
I'm a maniac magician,
My mind is filled with memories so bittersweet you can't relate
I gotta go
Don't even feel like I got me a home, I'm all on my own
Feel like I'm rotten
Go 'head and do yo' 6 feet back, corona gotta send my money on Cash App
I don't really give a fuck about the gov tax
Y'all the same hatters that like
snitchin', don't get caught slippin'
If you blood'n or crip'n, other niggas set-trippin'
watch yo' back, it don't take a brainiac
We got a lot of homicidal
inner drive back
Make it BIG Go BIG or go home
All my life put in work they don’t know
I be on the grizzy this a one man show
Me it BIG, (or what?) Be
a dog's brain
Give me a motherfuckin 15-pack
And I'll be damned if I don't bring 15 dead niggas back
A murder contest, you know I'll win it
'Cause in
brain!
Give me a motherfuckin 15-pack
And I'll be damned if I don't bring 15 dead niggas back!
A murder contest,
You know I'll win it
Cause in every
your body don't stop don't miss)
Man she got me in the zone when I watch this broad pass by
Been becking at this bitch all night but this my last try
I
Um, you're such a fuckin' loser
He ain't even go to class, Bueller
Trade the Grammy plaques just to have my granny back
'Member she had that bad hip
and sick
Because I drive like a maniac on the streets
And I don't give fuck 'cause I've got the beats
Got my nuts swingin' from left to right and
Right
and sick
Because I drive like a maniac on the streets
And I don't give fuck 'cause I've got the beats
Got my nuts swingin' from left to right and
Right
by Brookhaven Ave
I know your blood boiling, I know the streets calling
I know the fiends calling, watch your back the creeps crawling
Don't hear
raised by psycho-crazed lumberjacks.
So in a battle I be stabbin',choppin' M-C'ss like trees,
Piece-by-piece buildin' cabins.
I'm a maniac magician,
back by popular demand and shit
Niggaz want the crown but can't handle it
This rap game's getting scandalous
I done lost my best friend in Los Angeles
of the maniac dressed in black carry round a strap
Kid you play me too close (slow down and catch a cap, POW!!)
Cause I don't play games, an outlaw like Jesse
back as a special guest by special request
And I want to thank my son for loaning me this microphone once again
They may have to wrestle to get it back
of the maniac dressed in black carry round a strap
Kid you play me too close (slow down and catch a cap, POW!!)
Cause I don't play games, an outlaw like Jesse
angry attack
Chill with the magnitude The aftermath - you will go back
Alternative Soulfood, the hot stepper - true maniac
Delayed is the gratitude - Cuz
Cool & Dre
Back on the motherfucking Westside,
L.A.X niggas, yeah
Y'all know who the fuck I am
I'm free as a motherfucking bird I swear,
crack
Six shot by the six-pack, I spit that where you spit at
I send niggas where ya kids at
Don't worry where the kid at nigga, huh
Uptown back in
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