Lyrics:
his ankles chained
I was built for this you 'gon hear my name I was built for this
You'll probably listen in vein, scared of change
Or scared of those
to tend to
You know, Baby Gravey- behind my name and shit
I mention his name 'cause I don't see none of these other pussy-ass rappers
Jigga my
is what my opinion is
Three is all the pride that I set aside to deal with your lies
Four is all my nightmares filled with demons and war cries
Wanted
is old
Couldn't hold me back in Shackles like I'm tied with rope
If I was rap's messiah
Come back 3 days later
Haunt you hoes
Make you shake more ass
went, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
It ain't my fault your ass is on the asphalt ('phalt)
Got your chin touched by my fam who though you brought harm, you see
of 8 ball
And only 3 feet tall
He said welcome and greedings to your new land Joe
I said who the fuck are you, "Sky Lolo?"
He said I'm a pimp, a player,
I got somethin' I'm totin' that'll cut you in three
(One, two, three, kick it)
You're a certified clown in my eyes
That's the reason why half of your
my house
'Fore I grab you by your hair and slap dick to your mouth
Bob Digi, yeah you know who is he
Girl, I fucking slave trade your ass
You got the Prada boots on suede hitting your thigh
Acting like my chrome twenties ain't catching your eye
Sometimes I slow down catch the ass in
your dreams, they seem to not hold a lot of weight
I can rap fuckin circles 'round you square ass rappers
Make a triangle with your three last passions
thing as dripping
Always I be pouring
I couldn't hear your verse
Over all the people snoring
Back that ass up & look back at it
Back that ass up & look
from head to feet
No police, but got the heat
I hear you talk but you never achieved
A thing, big mouth, yes talk is cheap
Vicious ass with more than
I guess you figure
you made out, good to go, but you didn't know
They would stick your black ass back in the ghetto, yo
To kill another nigga, catch
a lesson, if you listen to the words I speak
You can see my lord is the quickest way to get back on your feet
Parents should be teaching this just as soon
only do that when they get too bored
I'm bleedin', demon shit, it's all in my pores
Hear the flute, play away like SZA Love Galore
Got up off of my ass
back like we up by 40
Leave you on your back like you drank 4 40's
Leave you in the dust like I run a 4 40
Drown you in my flow like it rained for 40
your rhymes sound like they
Was written by Clear Channel i used to
Drive through 50 states and hear 50 flows
Now every city knows the same song
It's just
you to your destiny
Where by other souls are slain
It won't take long
It won't take too long at all
Three men in a desert wandering
One is knowing
I don't wanna live no more
Sometimes I hear death knocking at my front door
I'm living every day like a hustle, another drug to juggle
Another
the same old thing,
You bring me out like a beauty queen
I don't mind if you play your game
'Cause I know I'll make you scream my name
Scream my name, scream
come on now, ah come on now
(Way in the back I hear 'em screamin' my name)
I am the one to say I ain't the one then tug it, take dick and suck it
I was, flyin through the motherfuckin sky
With my blunt full of lye, boom-ba-zee on fire
Code name beez the Soopa-Man cock my Luger
Blast your state
eight feet just like two midgets
I knew I was gonna run my money up and everybody didn't
All these niggas pussy niggas, tellin' on they partner
Hope
to the beat
Phat beats in my head, tennis shoes on my feet
Nigga tried to flex but he had to be smoked
So I shot him in the ass on the downstroke
Shot him
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