Lyrics:
It's round 2 and all the haters got the nose bleed seats
Oh well you guessed it I'm a trapper and I keep my shit discrete
Oh boy your shit sounds
sign language
I hit worlds, and my strange sperm gives birth
to septuplet lady plants
Check my tympanic titanic time pulse
By the grace
Fuck this, i like my purple with sprite
I like my coffee with ice
Couple of niggas and hell of em
That's what she said when I'm all up, it's tight
You
Losing all the love for daily things
Even kicking 'round with the ball on my feet
I used to love as a kid
The truth is I think I'm as numb as you get
"You wanna know why, I'll tell ya why
Cause they can't stand the
Site of the jungle, i
You wanna know why, I'll tell ya whywhywhy
They get petrified"
generation want
Is all these irrelevant hoes
Told my a one bitch
Rack up like this
I got played by my
Own fucking sis
Got so fucking mad
I start recking shit
Let me tell you something you already know
The world ain't all sunshine and rainbows
It's a very mean and nasty place
And I don't care how tough you
friend to do a drive by
Hit you two times, hes bi
Then fuck you up, homicide
We about that shit all the time
Pull up anytime of day
He'll fuck you two
healthy road help me grow
My negative demons all tell me No
And they nag me, drag me to this hell below
where it’s always stormy like El Niño
Cause when I
eat
I had to learn that
Dissatisfaction kept
The bros fat at a point in life
Where bitches blitz me i don't text back
If you give these hoes your focus
Yo you couldn't see my with a telescope
Words to cancer smoke your antidote
Give me the remote turn them off
I'll let my album melt your ass
all about the money ain't a damn thing funny
What you got I'ma have out town, 'fore they put my ass in the ground
(Chorus - 2x)
Gotta get my pimp on,
spazz out
And bitch I'm so hot if God send me to hell then the Devil gon' pass out, ay
Coming with them clips when I trail a nigga, you don't really
a cold ass flow
Everytime he hit the studio, his beeper go off
He left the beef to get his cheese, by selling people that raw
With a pistol on his right
there's no one truer
Select a rhyme, and you'll find that few are
Able to match my professional blend
With Greg Nice by my side I continue to ascend
dog god
cross ya heart foo, and hope to die
cause you will die when you crucify
cause i gots frisco all sewed up
pitbulls in a bunch hidin in the cuts
I say what do I say
Um
I guess uh
I'll give a quick shout out to uh
Taylor dot wtf
Eddie bear
Um
Beats by Endless
And then this guy is literally named
and I'm feeling wicked with it
Smoking on a pen how I roll joints mix and stash for the album
On the TV waiting for the election and the outcome, damn
By
Eagle the one Eagle the chosen one
I put the game in a gap
I put my soul in my raps
All of these niggas is cap can't give them no daps
You know that it's
to sew up! (Sew up!)
I'm already famous after 'dis I'm 'bout to blow up!
I'm sick from all 'dis money in the club, I'm 'bout to throw up!
A couple
And fortay get the rest of OCP
And all the punks will pound them
You want to hear this with a beat nigga, buy the fuckin album
But for now here's a scripture,
like the lion in the Wizard Of Oz
You went from brunette to blond just to better your cause
But your hypeman album sound better than yours
Bunny rabbit
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