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continues the motherfuckin drama continues
Buck brought bomb to ya interview and blew the main
topic
what's up with boot camp clik son?
They ain't knockin
and talkin in da interview
Cause damn...what you wanna do nigga? (No, no, no...)
Well I suggest you invest in vests and count your blessings
Keep that smith
I know,
I've read all the articles
seen all the photographs
pictures of you and me in the magazines.
I did all the interviews and not once did I
I'll be you're damn liar
Lets start the interview, I'll be your vampire
I gotta feel ya, bite ya neck to get familiar
And if ya die, guess what? I'll
of us
And he asked me question after question
It felt like a motherfuckin interview session
Then his girl got up, I heard the do' shut
And he was still
racist
Settin' us up for failure
Made us rebellious
Judge slammin' that hammer and nailed us
We was sheltered by Section 8
'Member nights when niggas
'bout to relapse
Just to give her dope dick and
Ask her for some feedback
Like "Shorty, do you love this dick?
You know who you fucking with?"
Grab her by
was the grit's
Cause daddy he was dead, mama working a shift
So we was home alone just life Macaulay
Ice cream truck ride-in by we looking salty
Cold
fear
Puttin' 5 karats in my baby girl's ear
Lunches, brunches, interviews by the pool
Considered a fool 'cause I dropped
Out of high school

Stereotypes
Livin' life without fear
Puttin' 5 karats in my baby girl's ear
Lunches, brunches, interviews by the pool
Considered a fool cause I dropped
Out of high
for us at the airport"

Kurt Cobain seemed like he
Was saying "Don't lose
Your mind" to himself during the interview
(personal opinion) Maybe they know
the conversation is about
Realization, self realization
And actually seeing your creativity
Happen in front of
You so the reason why I turn up
So much in interviews
the M-I-crooked
Just to make 'em peep what I'm cookin', I love Mississippi
I put a studio in my partner kitchen
So by the way I'm whippin you would think I'm
huh)
I'm leaving out at 6 with a dime piece
By 9 o'clock, we on round three
I speak of rain they say I'm crazy like they didn't know
See I'm not crazy
huh)
I'm leaving out at 6 with a dime piece
By 9 o'clock, we on round three
I speak of rain they say I'm crazy like they didn't know
See I'm not crazy
with work in my backpack
G's all up in that shit
G's all up in that bitch
Drunk calling me by my government
Running shit, gunning shit, shopping in
Announcer: (Mitch Mitchell)
Good evening ladies and gentlemen.
Welcome to radio station exp.  tonight we are 
Featuring an interview with a very
fake
And as the days go by, you can?t forget
The way I make you feel like shit
Mc?s like you, I?ve seen ?em before
You keep on saying "f**k too
[Chorus]
Never thought id see the day when you wasn't by my side.
Listen I was down for you girl put you first in my world
And I thought you were
(Get freaky)

That money
With the pretty kush taste like honey
By the way shes windin' it on me
My goodness girl you're so freaky, you're so freaky
I'm killin' it, guilty no plea
I'm leaving out at 6 with a dime piece
By 9 o'clock, we on round three
I speak of rain
They say I'm crazy like they
oh
I'll get you home by a decent time
Wait, fuck yo' bed you can sleep in mine, yeah
Let's make it happen, girl, I need some time
Speakin' of time,
an interview
He's only in town today

Always a little bit overdressed
Much more than I thought he'd be
High heel shoes and day glow dress
Ain't seem strange
Playboy on this bitch
But he ain't playin’ though

No rules we abide by, them schools
We get denied by, them tools
We live and die by
Bloodshed,

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