Lyrics:
clip go big on the K
Niggas talk crazy on the gram everyday
See the stick with me like I got a kid on the way
Fuck that, lets see if he can talk shit
This ain't no harder than drivin a big wheel
through a Georgia cotton field, man
This ruthless
The original game detector
Yeah
You know what I
been through the trench
Everything that I been through is all making sense
Got put me in the game let me off of the bench
You say to count it all joy
masta plan
Since he already rowdy
I just asked the man (HEY)
You want some work?
Well partna put in your bid
And by the way now whats your name?
you see (You see)
I bet my haters can't breathe
Nigga, don't even compare to me (Nah)
Street niggas, we rare, unique (We rare)
We can fuck 'em by
with self love
Everything that I see draws me
Though it's only in You that I can truly see
that its a feast for the eyes - a low blow to purpose
And I'm
how I’m doing
A.O.K.
Thank the lord hallelujah for it
Let me tell you how I’m doing
Got my ops upset
Man they really going through it
Let me tell you
"kid, we found your name on a envelope at
The bottom of a half a ton of garbage and I just wanted to know if you had
Any information about it"
to find that you don compromised
For the sake of money, love and some affection, man
I would give you everything I have
But you would never love me, would
in every black man is a king and a kid
I know we all tryna survive, my nigga but do me a favor, don't forget to live,
Bro, you keep hitting me about
from executive decisions
I'm not against the bag or the bank
You see the world for what it really is, not for what it ain't
I like it when you count me
the building by Miuccia
Herzog and De Meuron in an office out in Basel
No not Miami, Switzerland (ahahaha)
Kids see ghosts sometimes
Kids see ghosts
That you haven't got a call from him or even have him come your way
Tell me what kind of man just gets up and leaves both his wife and kids
That ain't
Brrr! Get that money watch it fall to the ground
Get that money, can you count it by the pound
Get that money watch it fall to the ground, get that
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
Can-can, can you find McCann-cann
Taken by a mad man
Can you find McCann-cann
I can't find Mc
Can-can, can you find McCann-cann
Taken by a mad man
This culture came from
And what it's really all about
I got you, my nigga, yo, ayo
Count to ten and then come in shootin'
Fuck peace, Silverback the new
I'ma see you in Hell (inhale)
Battle rap? Boy you wouldn't win a debate
The type of legacy I got
You don't get by mistake
Man don't let them amp you up
at my ex 'cause I barely can stand her
I'm not surprised everybody don't like me
You ridiculin' everything I say
Despite being a cock suckin', mother
your way,
tell me what kind of a man just gets up and leaves both his wife and kids
that aint no real man, let me tell you thats no real man
hes not
a rich, rich, rich, rich girl, man
I'm sick and tired of the stories that you always tell
Shakespeare couldn't tell a story that well
See, you
it's built for keeping the man down
But it's my mission to make them listen and stand ground
See we gone get it until we meet our demands now
And you
Do your thang kid
Do your thang kid
Do your thang kid
Do your thang kid
I know you wanna pop it
I know you want some profits
I know that they can't
up in a worse.
Hallelujah!
Give thanks and praise to the most high first.
All evil disperse!!
Ah you see me.
You see me.
You see me.
You see me.
Me nah
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