Lyrics:
At words poetic, I'm so pathetic
That I always have found it best,
Instead of getting 'em off my chest,
To let 'em rest unexpressed,
I hate parading
so wild, honies roll they eyes like Teddy Ruxpin
I hit mad skins, then roll up bills on the reals
My skills mad ill, but chill kid, everything's real
high grade
The whip sit four it's two more in the drive way
What niggas saying I'm finish playing
Boy I'm hooking off at the weigh in I'm entertaining
wanna try
All the other colors that are passing by
Melt it yourself like it's mid-July
Everywhere he look and I'm wondering why
No good reason when you
The world ain't nothing but a bunch of Chaos
I mix drugs up and hope I don't throw up
I might pour a couple cups of codeine
I'm done with love cuz
only fucked it up more, follow me
Are you starting to gather what I'm getting at?
Now if I'm losing you tell me then I'll double back
But keep in
At words poetic, I'm so pathetic
That I always have found it best,
Instead of getting 'em off my chest,
To let 'em rest unexpressed.
I hate
the realest in this building
Girly meet me by the stairs for kissing
We be sneaking by the bathrooms, pimpin'
I'm grippin'; she limpin'
This a ventilation type
an unbelievable night
I called it surreal, Sir Mix-a-Lot tape in
Hit the spot, spot my next victim
I'm picky like I missed a spot shavin'
Came to sip vodka, shit
My blade is sharpen Ginuwine like Elgin Lumpkin
Don't try to play me like I'm just a country bumpkin
Fuck around I'll smash your pumpkin like I'm
pourin' Tito's, but I brought my drank in this bitch
Lil' shawty been feelin' my stilo, but you won't see me lay with this bitch
This beat was made by
in a Dutch
Smoke too good, couldn't do it if you want
Yeah, I'm just being blunt, so let me spark the blunt, oh
Yeah, I had to play my part in this
I Need that Cash
It's yo Idol
YNS
Straight off the back I get right to the front
Post on the block and I'm holding the pump
You is a rat and you
close to tired when I'm dead I'll sleep
Been moving big weight
No asthma, breathing heavy
Cracking turtle shells
Bebop and Rocksteady
Everybody know that
paranoid
I'm seeing shit
Damn Wil E. Haze
What's in this spliff
I guess it's Master Kush
With a mix of Purple Platinum
Now I'm thinking to myself
Damn I
got it on me
I'm with my gang
We mix gas with the flame
Snitch, poser
They feedin' off me, they some vultures
Girl, I'm geeked I popped three in
as me,
I'll burn you like a dutch-a-tree!
You a snitch, you a rat, you a sing, you'll hold the note,
I sold the coke, or smoke weed till I'm comatose,
and we overcame
I'm forgiven and redeemed
I'll never be the same
By his stripes we are healed, he broke every chain
He's the King of Kings, in victory we
a kiss
So yo, so I blend in the mix
Now a day don't go by I ain't been in a chick
Eight and a half on the dope, ask Dominican Rich
Winning and rich
don't give a fuck that he paid
I don't give a fuck how much he weigh
Niggas die every fuckin' day
Broad daylight, hit a nigga with the K
By myself, I'm
At words poetic, I'm so pathetic
That I always have found it best,
Instead of getting 'em off my chest,
To let 'em rest unexpressed.
I hate
keepin' it real gutter, why'know
SP I'm the closest thing to poison it is
You think you hot, I'ma boil your kid
You think you cool, I'ma throw you in
He took his time with it
And then he bubbled up
I'm in this scat, if I see any lights
I'll tear the motor up
Just hit my phone
If you need anything
I
You might see me stroll by
in the Bob Marley tie die with the red eye.
I'm sick now.
I think I'm catching glaucoma.
See me on the corner, looking for
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