Lyrics:
no clickbait, no Emma Beasley
All the days that I spent on this Earth
Iain never had nobody do me like you do
Iain never seen somebody so real
If you
once you take away my right to speak
Everybody in the world's up shit creek
Let me tell you about down south
Where a motherfucker might as well
depressed
If you owe me bread and I come to collect
Run up on you you
Like where’s is the rest
Best in the game I said what I meant
She asked me for credit
I
You know that our scene be dry
If there isn't a rapper who's spitting fly
Imma Get 'em Blinded by going eye to eye
You know that our scene be dry
If
score, like he Michael Beasley
Next year you gon see me lift the doors, in a Lamborghini
all alone by myself in the basement
Walter White the bass hit so amazing
Took the pictures off the floor finally
But I don't think it's safe the way
Aztek; GTA
If you ever try to stop Heisenberg gettin' paid
Here's a hot dose, let me watch you choke on the truth
You look up to me like I'm a pizza
step up to me you would never benefit
Nigga if I started I'mma finish it
Run up on a mothafucka while he's fuckin a chick
Put a bullet in her head
sweets
Want some fuckin crack
Gone and hit me on my beep
A-i-are, sippin on tha barre
Nigga you don't understand
Nigga in our car
Got 4 TVs all up in
a damn line
Pop trunk, surround
Me and my partnas, yeah you know we comin down
Diamonds in our grill
Tell me how ya feel
Nigga wassup, yeah we got gold
need right in front of me
Nothing's stopping me nothing that I can't be with you right here next to me
Life's a piece of cake with someone to give
Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by
in our way tonight.
You know that you'll never be replaced.
And everyone here made the same mistakes as me.
And either way our time won't go
that’s me b-I-g m-@-k finna load up on you pussies let it spray,
Lil bitch, go ahead and call me Walter White, cause I been cooking in the kitchen like
I'll probably be free then
So if anyone out there goes by Smokestack Walter- I guess that you're a part of it now
But in the end, all that we ask for is
reports world news as
They report about me, we're in trouble
Are you saying that
No, wait, let me finish have you thought of
The chance I'm taking by
your pimp on
Let me hit the bong oh and my mind's quite strong
Wreck it nice and proper if it's on I'm finsta to stop her
If I'm swingin' for
paper stack up, if you let it (jeah!)
But I keep fucking up, I gotta shoe fetish (naw!)
Bad habits, I'm at Walter's every week (week!)
50 pair of new
step for me, my lawyer knew the d.a.
You know, so he tried to hook a brother up, you see
If I did take a deal, it's only one year guaranteed
But I'm
farm my weed I'm cultivating
I roll one, light one, puff one Ganja
Nice one, Tall one, sativa, Ganja
Me holla, Kronic Walters, Ganja
Make we share one
careers,
when we make a little history.
Receive the plaudits of our peers,
perhaps that time is here right now for me.
Ah Anatoly, if I may, let me say
day
I don't mind if you try it all day
You know Thugger let you ride all day
Yeah, let you ride all day
You can go get what you like all day
It
break like glass
If im trapped in the cold will you turn your back
When my air runs out would you let out a laugh
Will you scoff when I choke and I cough
THINK THAT YOU A MONSTER BUT YOU JUST AN OUTTA POCKET BUM
MAD AT ME CAUSE OF SSB? I TURN WOLF AND DUMP CLIPS
DROP MY NAME IN A VERSE IF YOU FEELING DUMB
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