Lyrics:
hunted for the bread and butter
What I wanted was to be the one that they was scared of but
I'm never gonna get the credit for the sweat and blood
I put
Good life, good days, good nights
Don’t let your life go by
Don’t let your life go by one life, one life
Be loyal, faithful, grateful, graceful
Most
bone and then blow
Like a dusty cartridge from an old Nintendo
Those were the days but I bet you
I'm never gonna be broke again, no
I don't smoke but
all the time, but you can relate
Don't imitate, the dab I create
I'm in YRN clothing or in Bathing Ape
Niggas be saving up for a lifetime just
that old hoochie coochie man, I'm a bad son of a gun
Oh
Ah
Got a John the conqueroot and got some mojo too
We got a black cat born, we're gonna
is looking frigid
And it's cold on the road
So them bars better be hot
Some people want the content
But others want to be shot
So I give them both
hurt you
But if he wants me to, then I just might
Wait so you don't wanna?
Then are you really gonna try this?
I wouldn't want to
Beat someone that
as shit
Like a red hat YouTube guy gone off on some McGc shit
Who every time he load his gat he calls a fuckin mag a clip
But it's Saint Patty's day and I'm
On this early wake a bake
Then call yo shorty get some cake
You should know I'm on the take on The hunt
Eating breakfast just for lunch
All you bitches been
heads around
Then I'm gonna take you little girls
Gonna take you right on down with me yeah
Ho, you just wait and see
I'll be your hoochie coochie man
be, for real)
I ain't tryna be the goat
But I just happen to be (Happen to be, yuh)
I'm choosin' violence
And I ain't talking Ty
But you know my flow
wine through the night
She so divine and she ain't trying
Throw me some coal, I compress
Give her a diamond
I give her my soul to impress
But she is
time
I'm gonna get nine tracheotomies, all the way around my neck
I'll be tracheotomie man!
"He can smoke a pack at a time! He's tracheotomie man!
I'm
on my Trump shit tonight, radio
Fuck you!
Yeah, I'm taking his lead i'ma just say how I
Say, I'ma just say- I'm just be Ye
And win take his lead and win
takin' shit
Now you can say I'm on some hatin' shit
But them facts, I'm not just sayin' shit
Biggie really sold crack and fucked mad hoes
Did Faith Evans
The welfare system can create a black horror
Now some people need the money but others, they can manage
By doin' this they take away the cats who
cupped up, I'm drinkin', I shoot off your tires, huh (doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo)
I'm in the coupe by myself
I had to kick a door when I was 5
Keep the old
comes from outta town when you free you come around nah
I'm gonna pass
I gotta be in class
Just to sign attendance then I'd sleep off at the back seat
Dipping and I'm dabbing with my man Diamond D, right
Tell you a little story, listen close to what I say
When I stole one's car cause they home all day
a hard day
And my dick even harder, you whippin' the charges
You put your rims on and you think that you're balling
I'm whippin' a Bentley, I can't even
No chance
I'm tryna be bigger than the Beatles not hold hands
Keep on throwing stones I'ma make statues
No face tats but people got my face tattooed
number's gotta be 69
Why? 'Cause if you say you're
Better you're just trolling
I strike no bowling
I cannot swim but because of
My diamonds I'm still soaking
sight
Disemboweled by a knife
Locked in my dungeon for months at a time
Then chopped into bunches of
Chunks when you die
Exploit your corpse, but gotta be
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
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