Lyrics:
writing songs with no hooks
And I’m still crossing instrumentals off of my books
Im pretty high most the time you cant tell by my looks
It’s visine, cause I
by accident
Couple niggas dropped on Twitter say they back again
Couple months later on Twitter they say us laxative
Shitted on 'em Nicky voice, did
Jones, Capo!
Dipset! Them nigga's know I'm bout this (Byrd Gang!)
Spillin' champagne, all over Vision's Couches (Ballin!)
Like fuck it, tell Alex keep
the DM, I'm hollering at your BM
We discussin' which color casket you 'bout to leave in
I did this shit for no reason, I'm letting rookies battle
But how
niggas capping, they silly (huh)
I’m on the road to a milli
Verse 2:
These niggas thinkin they hard
Somebody go tell em relax
Boy he better think with his
who don't know me that's ready to ride with me,
With or without em I'm a roll one deep to get you by myself preferably,
Im a G not a gangster but its
be morally incorrect
Biting tha hand that u eating at
Let em sit right at da table
He gon grab him a knife stab you inna back
Inna country I'm hated
from a female (yeah)
But I'm a playa, ain't gonna tell you all the details (ahem)
What it entails is hard to say like sellin' seashells
By
gotta find my way back
(I been real)
Bout a bag like a grocery
(I been real)
Bout a mill like tha lottery
(I been real)
Since way back
I lost track
Now I
Wonder why Malcom X made 'em shake
I'm Making my days count like I'm (Muhammad) Ali
Martin (Luther King jr) would b ashamed by the hate
That's why I'm jus
gettin leathal an I,
you know the drama boys, down fo life the Suave an I, to the dirt,
drama boys, wit Ball got drama that will work,
make 'em
Tomorrow is what a nigga ain't guaranteeing
New Orleans had a sheriff by the name of Harry Lee
When he died, niggas shouted out "Tha-thank you, Jesus"
Price On Pain
Intro [Squeecky Tha Beast
It ain't a ... price on love
Hook [Squeecky Tha Beast]
It ain't a ... price on love it's a price on pain
at me
I got these corny wanna be diss song kings on the radio
Talkin' bout how they gon' spray and take me away
But I'm the true living, legend I'm not
sayin "lord mama child loved'em"
They say i'm losin weight boy what's wrong wit you
I'm hungry and i'm broke now brake me off wit a bone or two
I know
gettin leathal an I,
you know the drama boys, down fo life the Suave an I, to the dirt,
drama boys, wit Ball got drama that will work,
make 'em
chase em'
Boy better chill, I'm not crazy for real
Imma just shoot the tire, so I can go face em'
Now they tryna jump cause' I busted his lips
Bitch I
to the old me
Sugar coated no koolaid
Whats my name know its too late
Why he drop it got that new you
Im like soulja boy hit em with the you
Rockaway
Now
Thirties on the Chevy, my nigga, plus it's a box (go)
You should know me and sharp shooters sponsored by Fox
Split that money up in eight ways like I'm
from a female (yeah)
But I'm a playa, ain't gonna tell you all the details (ahem)
What it entails is hard to say like sellin' seashells
By
murk you and cover the truth danzo a hoe
Katharsis verse:
I’m a soulja boy you know I crank dat violence,
But it’s under wraps I gotta move in silence,
and they be callin' back,
Talkin' bout' "Silkk, why you do all that playin'?".
And she had the nerve to tell me,
If I ain't a fuckin' trick I'm worthless,
and they be callin' back,
talkin' bout' "Silkk, why you do all that playin'?".
And she had the nerve to tell me,
if I ain't a fuckin' trick I'm
I'm fuckin' wit em
I got them bricks 4 the high
And the purp by the pound
I'm posted on the block till the sun go down, down
I got houses in
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