Lyrics:
like a sad bitch
Eat it all up like my rice and cabbage
Sounding like this man i guess it's just a habit
Eminem flow call me rabbit
Trying to bring me
tape'll introduce a faker to they maker
Call me The Undertaker for haters causin' vapors
And you can catch a hot one, I got plenty of 'em
They called
nerds remember
Don't you think that the hero you deserve is better?
Go ahead, ask the hood if that new Eminem's good
Man, they don't even listen to Em in
I ain't ashamed
To be preaching
This Gospel
Even if folks
Are not cool
I'll still proclaim it
Like Paul do
I ain't ashamed
Ain't no other name
Under
between
If you do make a move then the tool intervene
I mean they ID 'em by using the sneaks
If he try to kick rocks then he losing his teeth
a casket
Last call for the assholes never lasting
Longer than a MF lager drunk by a farmer
Hit the track turnt for a Gardner
5% tint on the limousine
the homies locked down till they all free
Call me Joe Montana with the trophy
Hustling with Paul and the trill OG
Got these hoes like Santa on my right knee
Slick
Used to get 'em by the hundreds nigga, you can ask Slick
Bet Jeezy pack the dough homie just like Vick
You Know What It Is
I can't even lie
Okay, on this computer, gon' see what it do
"Paul, you've got mail"
Let's see what new e-mails I've got
"I, I, I've got the internet goin' nuts"
polluted by the world
We are the resistance
I'm with that tribe of Christians
Trynna tell anyone who's listening
That's ignorance, it's not our religion
And the truth can't get through to the electorate, we're still gettin' duped
By the pundits that they choose, don't like the view, then call it fake news
But they
the bathroom without someone standing by it
No, I won't sign you an autograph
You can call me an asshole, I'm glad
'Cause I am whatever you say I am
If I
Paul & Big Gipp-
What you know? What you know?
'Bout the be 's, bout that O
'Bout these streets, 'bout this 9
'Bout these niggaz doin' time
What
OtterBox
Only holding pics so I call it reaching if you say you're shooting clips
No time to shoot the shits
Gotta prep this evening
Get my speech in
They're
Parody of â??The Real Slim Shady" originally performed by Eminem
May I have your repentance please?
May I have your repentance please?
Will you tell
(Nah)
Probably find me burning something good you
Can call that "smoking aces"
(Hey, hey hey hey yeah)
Compliment the chef, in the lab
Making greatness
they're
The only man she beats
Swearing on her life by elevating
What's she doing?
Now Paul's become the man to please
Sport's got the man his P
She a funky
against the gang
You might as well die
Call my 5 at JG Park
We been thugging outside
We been hanging out, be at the Park by 5: 05
Baby Stone Gorillas, we
people that i love
Only see em when We win
You don't answer for yo dawg
In my bible that's uh sin
Hit that mark Like Paul gasol
Outback shooting shit wit
(shit)
Bravetainment
You know that shit is my call
Let that shit echo like new rooms and drywall
I'm like night crawl
I'll disappear like Undertaker does
when I let go and laughed and yelled death by sedan
I classify homeless when writing my rhymes, Kuz I’m hungry I’m starving I feel it inside, I got
On a power trip, drive by hit that spray Ain't Ciara nigga ima have to rustle Future
Bitch we stick talk ain't no fucking Kama Sutra
Boss Ross hit em with dat
want to jump, jump
Get'cha make ya pump, Paul
Still gon' miss ya bump, bump
Off a nigga fakin'
Goin' to a richin'
Bitches turn to shaken
Mafioso rule by
any means and to me that's what you call a boss
I'm in the coup yea
150 a speed demon and I got no roof yea
I'm balling on em like Paul Pierce they know
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