Lyrics:
Good Eatz
Too Legit
I'm Flying high
High as shit
Living life
For my kin
If they Never switch, Never switch
Live and die
By the kin
Living life
a thirsty young hustler
Won't trust ya, I'd rather bust ya, and leave your corpse
For the cops to discover, while I be dipping in the Range Rover
All jewelled
yo ho cause I'd be damned to get set up by bitches
Get her hair done for dat drop and hit yo block wit long extensions
Yea I see all of em dissing, but
jack off bitch
I’d rather jack off then deal with that hell of an ex
Yo man it’s a hell of a mess
GIRL: “Scotty’s dead.” (LAUGHS)
Written By: Paul
headed for Hell, I'd rather be dead or in jail
Bill Clinton, hit this, and you better inhale!
'Cause any MC that chooses to go against me
Is gettin'
pain?
Nah man this fuckin insane
I'd rather start all over rather than be apart of this game
You know where I will go?
Farther then Idaho
Just kidding I
a juvenile
Rather than watch your cringe videos I'd run a mile
Why you tryna rip off that design from app Pou
Avatars got tiny arms I beat them in Kung-Fu
a juvenile
Rather than watch your cringe videos I'd run a mile
Why you tryna rip off that design from app Pou
Avatars got tiny arms I beat them in Kung-Fu
behind, yo he who I was in the past
I've got to make a move, I'd rather consider than make it fast
I know that these bouts of hopelessness and despair will
officers watch over ya
I'll embrace the handicap of the colour of my skin
I'm wheatish, it's time for the reapin'
So ain't no other place I'd rather be in
You would think I'd say I hate you
I've got every right to say so
Who am I to hold that over your head
I'd rather squash it instead
Let it go, but
pull up in a P-8
Militant minded I move like Poseiden on islands
My belt of bars made me a star man I feel like Orion
I'd rather go to Jerry World but I
a short attention span, a coke in my hand
Because I'd rather have the afternoon, relaxin' understand
My hip hop and flip-flops, well, it don't stop with
Then my life in that man hands, while he just decidin
Niggaz bleed just like us
I'd rather go toe to toe with all of y'all
Runnin ain't in my protocol
And here's where the pimp lies
I spit game at the globe
First week deuce five
[Chorus]
I'd rather be ridin' than walkin'
While all you loud mouth
now I'm clockin dunkets, never hang out with the rich
I'd rather hang out with the crooked at the party store, bitch
Give me codey, dawg, with a little
my name, I'd die, that's on my og
They'd change for the change
I'd die behind my name
I slide, I bang
But I do it by lonely
'Cause these niggas, man
Mustard's father; bastard alcoholic
It's rather melancholic, but I'd rather not bother
You'd rather not call him, but that ain't my shit
That's just what I'm
my head clear
Paranoid got me lookin' in the mirror
Behind me, life without my nine, I'd rather do the time
See I'm old enough to know that ain't no
blues
I'd rather see your ass clap clap in them shoes
Like
Be-am, be-am, be-am, be-am
Wham wham
I tought I taw a puttytat
Shorty gettin'
rather fall forward
Could fall flat but I’d rather be swoller
Could fall that wouldn’t slow my motor
Could fall back but I’d rather be surer
Parallel Lanes
me more than
What this 9-to-5 gon' pay
Rock, let me borrow the K hit my adversaries
I'd rather it be a bullet than my vocabulary
Currently stash
headed for Hell, I'd rather be dead or in jail
Bill Clinton, hit this, and you better inhale!
'Cause any MC that chooses to go against me
Is gettin'
She want a ring yeah
I dipped the scene yeah
Can't do no reruns
All of this shit made by design
I knew I'd be up
That's why the fee up
I'll run it up
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