Lyrics:
fired
This the type of shit to get you higher
This the type of dick ya bitch desire
Like come here baby let me beat it up
Or I'll get heated up like I'm
was corny (corny)
I'm livin' legit, but'll still get you hit while a nigga performin' (bah)
I was outside until six in the mornin' (outside)
Soakin'
don't share my shit
I'ma cold motherfucker!
Ain't no hoes in my budget
I can't lie
I'm still out here flipping O's cause I love it
Keep control!
When you
Got a lotta new flames, still need 'em blue
Three hundred fifty thou', times that by two
New Dawn, no roof, I still see the sky
Peace to my
buy time back and I can't deposit outside opinions
I live by God
As long as I'm here I'm under her jurisdiction
I'm just sick of hearing y'all bitching
I've never been shifty
Niggas tried to strike me out but Im Ken Griffy
Had lives like a cat this my third try
Blinded by my aura pour this visine in ya
real from the start, still kinda hard, no love for informers
Been a real nigga, still a real nigga, they still think I'm a performer
Focus, I better my
Damn Max, this one's too hard alright
Got me and my cell
Drive that Lambo fast look
Like I'm speed racing
This new Richard cost a milli'
Like I'm
to get
Richer by the day
100 racks in the bag and a
Richard by the face
Shoutout Gsavv know I love you
Still my dawg till this day
Gsavv not in the mood
I
they been missin' me and missin' you
Get on the mic and let's show them like we used to
You say fuck that yo Holmes fuck this
I'm the king Ad-Whammy
when we touched down
But I'm alright, I'll be alright.
New York's bakin' in the sun
Got the news it just made number one
Here we go for one more memory
and out their cloths
I'm selling bows taking O's out the back door
My wrist ain't froze cuz a brother still low
That's how go when you make it can't get
Depression and dedication
I swear my body hate me
Like perkys and adderrol
But I'm still out here daily
And Thuggin it through the night
Until it drive me
HATE IN AMERICA
MADE HERE IN AMERICA
CUSTOM MADE IN AMERICA
HATE IN AMERICA
WORDS AND MUSIC BY RICHARD BASKIN
©WARM SPRINGS MUSIC 2020
BLACK IS
Momento
-no end though
So imma say it right here
Get the fuck out my way
Until the coast is clear
I’m tapped in, turned up, tune to the power
I’m tapped
in, but I'm still feeling jaded
I just had a bitch pull and suck me
My bih got my location she thinks that I'm sleep
Can't cry when I'm sober I gotta be
the bando's all boarded up, still know it's us
Had a Benz coupe at 17, now it's Rolls Royce
When I'm rollin' up, I hit the beach for a brief day
South Beach
wants the killas be killas
But though, I'm the deaf villain
Whose contracts I don't fill-a.
Body-bags by the millions
But that keeps me illin'?
at the Feds?
On the D/L, what the hell dead ?
Screamin' "Hell" with the angel's death still bodies trail
City wants the killas be killas
But though, I'm
Whenceforth passed to me, by Odin
Occasionally my pro-file is low-key Gamma
Rays brainwashed to transforms me
but I still withhold my hammer, to lift me up
For
sick here the antidote
Damn why I answer that
This nigga trying to hand me hope
My first excuse was
I'm on probation
The nigga like
Yeah man I know what
thought by now that you have learned your lesson
I'm stressin points and slammin all joints you call the real shit
Correct shit, you know the busta way
cemented
I'm here stay
Can't believe you niggas slept on Tey
Now I'm breezing by to first place
I'm running a marathon
Y'all in a race
I been patient
I'm
me, you get handled with
By niggas that handle vases
Just like Richard Hamilton
Now that's a face mask for your fake ass
Better break fast
I'm breaking
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