Lyrics:
all without no help, ain't no one feelin' it
I'm in this shit, rap, and I do the promo
All these different hats, how you spec me movin' slow-mo
Never been a quitter but I told myself once
You couldn't do that
You rap bout things you never had
But these are true raps
Over boom baps
This is true
boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom
Ayo
(Griselda)
Brr brr brr
(By Fashion Rebels)
Ayo, I don't leave without my pistol warm
Drive-bys, I
beats are weak, featherweight scamps
Killin' 'em softly with this lyrical chant
Lyrical banter, nope, I'm deadly, I'm cancer
Rap murder enhances my
of rap
And when we get to spittin', make sure y'all step back
You with that? 'Cause if you ain't clown
We from the d-o double g, we groupie true
the picture
But I got the whole gallery
I see beyond the limit by aiming to be the best of me
Nigga do not compare me to niggas who ain't this venomous
Nigga do
regrettable
Packing a vegetable for malnutrition
Rap-mutation, advocators, fact-debaters catch a bad one from a tractor-trailer
Even avid masturbators can't
Without you I ain't the same
So pour a shot in my glass and I'll forget forever
So pour a shot in my glass 'cause it makes everything better
I know you
Oh Oh Oh
Oh Oh Oh
Oh Oh Oh
Oh Oh Oh
I'm back and better
Sip Fiji
New Gucci bag the red one
Bag Veneta
Mix my Fendi with Burberry sweater
Band
Smoking on some green leaf
Your ex wanna be me
She need me they watch me like a TV
The green TT cherry pie by my fingertips do you see me
And I
I get mad wicked (fuck around) and catch a bad one by the funker
I puff the mad spliffs and roll blunts with Archie Bunker
'Cause my brain is
rap game is getting spicy because of me
I done made some shitty choices
I went after people I love and hate at the same time but I still do it
I don’t
shit
I lost my mind up in the mix with trying to find my sound
I aint got no diamonds on my wrist but I'm find without that shit
It count by time so it
Could tell you into all that mumble rap well this is not that
On every level I'm a step ahead of the bunch
I take my time when I be eating this
you, a real red carpet
Now what I'ma do, I'ma just stick to the facts
Bitch so scared of my future, got this bitch goin' backwards
Been through mad
on the beep, beep, beep
Fill a, nigga to the rim like brim
Do a drive-by while I'm suckin' on a Endo stem
Mix Hennesey with Thunderbird, Gin and juice
I
and Tanqueray
Stay in the mix like Alezay
V.I.P., my shit parked valet
On the prowl again to get hunnies familiar with the smile again
Some try to assault
got you looking at me like I'm on the toilet
Holy, Sugar, Honey, Iced, Tea
I'm looking at the state of the music and I don't sugarcoat this
Rap game's
I die my spirit will jump inside machines
Runnin niggaz over like Christine (sorry)
I mix the green with the last piece of hashish, ass-burning
Sipping syrups drinking bottles bout'ta fuck without a condom
Fuck you if you think that’s right do that shit without my knife
I build it up then
After I mix up the game
And hit the hall of fame
I'll make everyone look lame
Cause they all be too tame
Hey, welcome to the grand scale
We all made it
everyday I parlay
Sip Henne and Tanqueray stay in the mix like Alezay
V.I.P., my shit parked valet
On the prowl again to get honies familiar with the smile
and Tanqueray
Stay in the mix like Alezay
V.I.P., my shit parked valet
On the prowl again to get honies familiar with the smile again
Some try to assault Dre,
fiends, try to do dirt
We play Tony Randall, have that ass cleaned
Unveiled I see your exhibition, y'all need to cover that
Fatherless styles, y'all
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