Lyrics:
the ugly
I was born at the bottom
With roots so deep
But now
I'm ready for the top
Like a lotus
In full bloom
Unsoiled
On the path to enlightenment
I'm
out your neck, sayin' you're a Christian
A Muslim, sleeping with the gin
Now that was the sin that did Jezebel in
Who you gon' tell when
like luck
Bring your best rhymes and you niggas still suck
I'm slumped in a truck, with the pump tucked
Come to bend some dough? Never give em love
that gin, losin wind(What you waitin for)
I'm waitin for the show to begin, half past ten thirty
Reverend like James, straight up strange
Shootin
me again must be me and sin
this track here so got damn Bombay Amon got the juice and gin
and it's crazy I'm poppin in real life I don't a need a lil
girl)
Saturday tell 'em it's time to play
Call my ladies tell 'em it's time to slay
Ready or not, I'm 'bout to give it to ya
Show me what you got
Come
Head heavy, rock this crown with honor
We been ready.. lights, camera, action
(When the sun lift up), we make it happen, there
(Can only be one)
To combine and co-sign For the grandest of vibes
All them vibes
All them vibes
All them vibes
The credit I take it's all mine
Talking about what I'm talking
ready to come back alive
Somewhere right now, MZZ about to cry
Y'all don't know my steelo, this pen gon defeat foes
I'm a living cheat code, up up down
Coming straight outta the bottom
I'm tryna be great
Tell all my people to get outta Saddam
Move like a saint
Pray to the lord if he got me, I got him
lobes
I never live by the code
I'm qualified and it shows
Bigger than all your prerequisites all without tippy toes
My purpose? I surely know when
ain't even here
I'm ready to get up and get all my own, but I got three more fuckin years
Nigga 15, with a big dream to make it on out this ghetto
But
gotta blow out yo' brain
Come to these, rock with the hot glock, bodies in the Glock
Pop, pop, pop, nigga never don't stop
Buck with the Knocc I'm ready
Call it bad genes, Pops kept a bottle gin,
I got a Mac-10, and keep hundreds on ready to spend,
Haters hate while I make,
Yall ain’t ready win,
I’m
Call it bad genes, Pops kept a bottle gin,
I got a Mac-10, and keep hundreds on ready to spend,
Haters hate while I make,
Yall ain’t ready win,
I’m
I woke this morning it's Sunday morning
Sunlight beaming inside
My time all mine for me cloud nine
I'm a settin' workin' by the wayside
Well now
up
I still don't give a fuck, I still hold my nuts
I'm ready for whatever, and always weapon stitched
I'm a G.I.N. soldier, till I take the last
up
I still don't give a fuck, I still hold my nuts
I'm ready for whatever, and always weapon stitched
I'm a G.I.N. soldier, till I take the last
me
I really be chillin by myself
Minding my business
I'm not concerned with no one else
But then you came along
Now I'm trapped under your spell
Pound of weed you can smell it by the door
Palm trees you can have this all season
I'm balling and the niggas running with me
Is ready for whatever
around
The Silencer from San Diego is not fuckin around
And that's for real ese
So now I'm blastin and rappin
And cappin, jackin, harassin
My enimies
of that gin
Cause I'm in it to win, as I'm tossing a ten
to plug it right, that is my motive
To dig real dip, as I explose this
And watch
gin grinning
We slug up at rock the tenth inning
I'm ‘noxious been penning
These spirit's that were clear to me
Only here to be a prick I'm six
breakfast
Flat ground precious hit my checklist
Throw down ledges
I'm inventive, lifestyle pleasant
Board connected, Skate life I'm invested
Skate on my
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