Lyrics:
'm wary of your punk ass
let me turn the spoke down, raise your tv antennas, I'm serving the good and plenty, I own and you just renting
was off it was cold
And now he facing ten to twenty five fa fuckin wit hoes
I tried to tell em he aint wanna listen
The crazy part about the whole
Lights up on Washington Heights, up at the break of day
I wake up and I got this little punk I gotta chase away
Pop the grate at the crack of dawn
popping they top
I'd rather pop bubbly, one for B-I-G and one for Pac
N****, trust me, I'm hot as they get, like Al Green
Getting hit by a pot of them
the ghetto
I can see it in your eyes lil nigga you ain't a part
Of shake a niggas hand, shake a nigga hard
I keep the underground in shape and never be soft
a public servant
To serve and protect by the law and the state
I'd bust the punks that rape, steal and murder
And leave you be if you crossed me, I
a public servant
To serve and protect by the law and the state
I'd bust the punks that rape, steal and murder
And leave you be if you crossed me, I
the influence i had when i vent every line i write in this wrinkled old notepad
I got a gift from god blessed by the divine
They took my dignity and pride
But
call the underdog right?
Well we're the voice of that shit
Stand up midwest come on
Lights, camera, action
I remember how it happened
Young punk rappin’
yuh fans Dem
shell yuh show and last but not least fi give yuh girl penis
Suh Devin listen what i'm saying
Sharpen up yuh knife, cuz dis matiq just
seems like yesterday when we first met
(You) i was only six but you was much older
We got more tight during the
Latter part of my life
We spent nights
Please try understand that I'm half creature and half man
There's a part of me that does shit and the other likes to have plans
I just love this
It’s likely I’m already surveilled by Government watch...
But they’re on my time so ha they can suck my cock!
When did crazy headlines ever give away
Let me tell you about the news
The media's a conglomerate owned by a very few
Pretending like they all operate simply to serve the viewers
But really
of tyrants and violence,
I'm flossing my diamonds, by the grace of Capo, in he mist of the hood, and it should be all good,
But murders go down, you know they
ain’t no EZ pass
Faster by the minute, I’m passing by the limit, but ain’t no way you’ll see me crash
I’ll treat y’all like bad drivers on the GSP
know what to do
So afraid of growing old
I don't want to become part of the mold
I don't want the times to change or me
Year by year - day by day
there
I had a sexual repression
Never thought I'd be loved
Never interacted with nobody
Started hating you punks
Developed antisocial personality disorder
The matches are with the dutch
Dump gasoline on my Doc Martens
I'm too punk to be a punk
I got cartons full of calcium and cartilage
For cookies ima dunk
No
but not back that
Coming a thirst trap gyal pon Snapchat
Ah wah kind of crap dah
By now I know you must hate losing
Badding up your pride on your
on any punk ass nigga or bitch
The little brown skin buddha sucker little motherfucker
I dwell in Juvenile Hell (yea yea)
I got the shit that
to pay, I used to say to myself "Life is cool"
I had a roof over my head and a part-time job
Slanging at OB's birdstand
Washington High was the school
thang (word)
Who ranks the baddest brother, the ones who rule
This title is sought by the coolest fool
Define coolest fool? Easy, the one who needs
thang (word)
Who ranks the baddest brother, the ones who rule
This title is sought by the coolest fool
Define coolest fool? Easy, the one who needs
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