Lyrics:
Out-of-towners want to trip
Then I'm ready to rob 'em
See I got that K boy, who wanna pile 'em
And that K got a Dot, if I let a shot go
Hit you in your Ab,
them boys they be on it
**** they be talkin' but, they don't really want it, what ya say?
Ay, ay, wait a minute ha, let's go
The flow's so cold and I'm
where the blood runs deep
And the sun beats down on the
Hands and feet of the
Haitian slaves and the days repeat so it's
One more time tell 'em
One more
different cause I'm not in the mood
I'm dropping a tune to simply tell you how I'm living, now that I be caught up with music
Uh
Yeah
Now I told em all
you I'll tell you he dead
This dough isn't clean but it's pure how I'm bred.
Pinging my phone got my heart pumping lead.
The love is so thin I was
was down-bad
So when I don't check on em'
They try to say i'm fake
They try to say I'm flaw
They don't understand my pain
They reading off these
wit des rah rahs
Searching for yourself, I see you nightly when you drive by
This nigga, that nigga, don't matter if they holla
You let 'em in, next
privilege, spilling perfect pain on blemishes
Look into my eyes
Tell me what you see, tell me what you see yeah yeah
Took me by surprise
Money envy greed,
This is your boy Lil B
And Ima speak for the hood
I'm not talking about the people
But I'm talking as if I am the hood
Check me out:
Most of it so
like it’s pressure (Like it's pressure)
I tried to tell them boys that I don’t know no better (Uh huh) bitch I’m kinda special
Ain’t no average nigga
You
drank that's a lotta green
You don’t want no smoke gotta a lotta weed
Money so long like limousine
Stash by the ton got a lotta dope
I keep a stick while
of London
I ain't fronting, I'm a sweet boy
Intentions are in question so my compliments are decoys
If that even makes sense?
The first time I met her,
the past, so i’ll change myself
Grow like I can’t do nothing else until karma catch me
Or I’m hit by twelve
I was 11, when I turned hip-hop on 10
Did
wen I had it
You is a bitch boy so is yo daddy
I showed up every time for the static
Don't need to tell me this shit automatic
I gave you only one rule
boil back
Need to release a little steam, I'll peel the foil back
All these other little boys
Know you ignoring that
I seen you ballin reppin eight
I'm
It's a everyday struggle there's a pain that's inside
Now I gotta stand my ground I won't sit to the side
As I raise my fist up know I'm makin em
sweatin', dreamin', coughin'
Seein' me upside down backwards head twisted
While I'm layin in the coffin
The shit comes around so often
So tell me
And tell the truth I ain't the one he tryna mess with
So keep it on the down low or whatever you call it
Before the greater sex will have me trapped in
meaning
Pass on the truth! You're the only one who can
Please
He said
"Damn you, Lincoln
You had your way
Tell 'em, boy!
With blood you drew
truly compassion
I brutally bash 'em
'cause I'm steadily losin' my passion
Tell Louie to stab 'em
Or to shoot 'em with two different Magnums
I'm usually
You fake all the pics You post on Your feed?
Just so the boys will say damn when they see
Why don't You show em all the shit they say
Makes You wanna
an ill way of showin my pain
Fuck talkin how I'm hurt, Mag take out his brain
I'm goin insane and why'all niggaz, hatin my thang
Mag the illest nigga
writing verses so you can feel my pain
From where I come all the ups and downs and the rain
Shit wasn't easy you should see how far I done came
Now i'm
say what's fuckin with Smooth (yo, what's fuckin
With that nigga?)
I'm sick of these crews, actin like they've been payin dues
I put the heat to em
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