Lyrics:
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But I'm still havin' a part two
So thank you for the criticism you cunt
Mr. I ain't never spoke a fuckin'
me,
But wanna be like me,
These niggas be bitches,
Can tell they be dykin'
I ain't teachin' them nothin'
But how to get money,
They run up on hunnid,
motherfucker you should learn to rhyme
Talkin bout you packin pistols, but it's funny to me
You ain't never been in trouble, you just wanna be me
I'm a pale
Because my woman is fine as wine
And she goes by the name of Louis Line
But she didn't come here with me this time
I'm feeling real sad, but not that bad
another black motherfucker dead
Niggas ain't good for shit to me
'Cause it's a race for second class, so get your ass
Up against the wall bitch! And then he
of a stick
Live in the jungle
But never comin' less than thick
You sorry maggot
You need to learn a lesson from me
The funky brother causin' trouble chief R Y
fucking with me, I ain't no motherfucking punk
Punk, I got some good hands, but I prefer my gat
Now where you at, cause I'ma slit your cool-Aid pack
See,
Desert Eagle on me, he not nothin' nice
I just need one Glock, Nas need one mic (Lil' bitch)
I done did a lot in the streets and them facts (21)
PTSD
Hey, Mama, know I ain't never tell you this before
But it really hurt me knowin' I'm runnin' you crazy
I wanna talk to you real quick
My momma told
You niggas don't even know
All that talk then no show
Cannot tell me nothin'
Show me somethin' I ain't seen before
That hoe want my piccolo
in the shells like a taco that's what he ate
You went to work but you aint seen him yo homie
I snuck in his crib and I shot him bitch you are
Moving like it's two of me
Her brother on my jewelry
Taught me how to be a man
No time for your foolery
I'm really good at everything
Really great
Sure hurt inside, but I still smile in your face, huh
I wanna cry, but I can't let you see me cry
I wanna die, but I can't go until I know you good
It
buds, never thinkin' 'bout the dick he really was
He asked me to mix a song for a him, did it in pitty 'cause
Production quality was shit, it was pitiful,
the rain?
My momma call me by name, said this shit done been wilder
Than anything that she can think of
But we gon' roll with the punches, Black folk like
my heart on my sleeve
I ain't sayin' I'm a bum, but I know he not you
I remember when there was nothin' but me, baby
I remember all them times, but
on what the Lord had done
He said: "K-Dot, can you pray for me?
Been a messed up day for me
Know that you anointed
Show me how to overcome"
He was lookin'
on missions
We was side-by-side bustin' (Bop-bop-bop)
They say love is blind
I ain't see the signs 'cause I love 'em
He ran a whole play down to his old lady
off to the good
Can't even say I didn't know you would
Make a little money, get it from the bro
Bring that shit back to the hood
Anytime you see me
But I ain't never had to wear no black eyes from beatings
As long as he doin' right, by you and the kids
How you gon' expect that man not to be who he
Now ain't dat da troo...?
Are ya list'nin' to da man?
Dis is da man who saved me...
I was wicked,
I was mad,
But dis is de man who showed me da
Whacchu mean by people like me this talk gon' cause obituaries
Money ain't everything if you got a status but money
Can buy you that status that's a plague
Ain't never been good at baking but I'm
Putting my wrist to work
Leaving you niggas hurt
Yall ain't good enough to be an entrée
I'm just ready for
a lick, though I know I probably should
But, what I'm doin' is not a good look
I never did it by the good book as a lifetime crook
All the petty crime took
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