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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
Yo, hah yo, rah, yo, yo
Yo, yo, yo
Yo, I got stress on my brain that causes chest pains
Inside the best frames ghetto blood clots is scored by
unload 'em
And let bitch niggaz have it
Ghetto savage
My claws 3 loaded automatics
That'll rip your ass like Wolverine
When I'm on that OE
sure you’re okay
What can I say I still love you unconditionally cuz love is pain
I just hope I never have to hear your fucken name or see your face
That
breath cover your face, hold it
I watch the fire consume as soon as the gas exploded
Back to my feet, off the bed, and through the window
Like I'm Mario
For the last eight years rode around in a Mercedes
Lexus, trucks, drop-Vette, Caddy
Bitches don't call me by my name they call me daddy
Chorus
little nigga, I'm gon' set it
Make him say my name till that fuckin' shit is embedded
Addin' fuel to the flame until you feelin' the heat
Put a nigga
on my cheeks
I am up in the dead of night
Fall in love if you fed him right
Bitch I'm up in the dead of night
Rat race
Move your feet if you with it
will work your shame in it
The best part of your show is when you put my name in it
My squad, godly, fearin shit hardly
So I hope when I die, I dope like
my props
Three toolys on me now I be swaggin like my pops
R.I.P. dat man yeah I really miss my dawg
Man he never even got a chance to hear one a my
Excuse me, can I ask you what your name is
You probably got a man too like who you came with
You got my flame lit and I don't really claim shit
But
Morty and Rick
Can't step out the house unless I got my blick
You can get your ass shot like I'm takin' a pic
My nigga Piru but I'm banging the C
If
I sniff your seat
Watch either other separate the chaff from wheat
Rhyme's so good, you might need to read
Concede defeat then just beat your feet
Go
Whit chick your dick on my clip
Forty-fives and nives
Three-eighties and automatics
Sniveling, coming through for you
When your boys with some stats
I
may be slow
We still gonna blow like the horn played by Horatio
The stakes is three feet high and risin' like De La Soul
So I got Wonder Why, my man
"listen, you (cough cough) listen, you communist son-of-a-bitch!
You better get your ass down there for your fuckin' physical,
Or I'll see to it that you
my figures
The devil stay calling my name I hope the angels hear us
Walking with a target on our back I bet these bitches fear us
Uh, yea I know these
screaming his throat hurts
On my Harley Davidson, I ride down Main Street
I speed with my dad's name on my ass cheek
Gimme your ones and get robbed with
your Green Goldfish ass
So for every ho you clown, I'mma crown two
And anything good hurts and I cried
Shit I just don't want to throw it up in my
don't know my name? Just call me super bad
Working with my feet, feet
Two step and I Dougie on a bitch, I hit the beat, beat
Same way Imma hit up
by the way you bitch)
(I actually got beef this time bro) I'd watch yo back before I beat your ass cndre
Keep talking smack bro
(Lil Log):
Wait, you
So sick and tired of killing pussy ass rappers
My machete sharp like Steve Harvey
Rap toast with green coffee
Hot headed blow steam off me
I can hear
Won't tell a soul already kept this pain inside me aye
Highly underestimated that's my name
They know I got potential I can make it either way
But I
and playing it raw
Speaking my name you better quit, 'fore you lose your jaw
S-L-A-be that's on my life, we ready for war
Who gon represent for Texas,
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