Lyrics:
that I end up dead
Even though you don't really mean it
Just possessed by some sort of demon
Losing control you'll be defeated
Not fighting back,
tell you how I like it
Longtime you had a thing for me
By the bulge in my jeans you can see that I like you
Nah, you ain't gotta question it
I was tryna
like if my mic's a lighter
I wish this mic was lighter, I mean it's heavy on my brain
Tryin' to maintain, people tell me stay in my lane
But that's
always stayed indoors
It's been crazy
Cus' home ain't been my happy place
That's why I'm in the studio
Like I don't have a place
Everytime I leave
Ghetto ass nigga, you ain't shit
And you ain't gon' never be shit
I learned how to walk and talk and all that
They put me in school but it don't
of luck
Stuck up by the motherfuckin' product
"Uh-uh motherfucker you gots to get a job
If you want to stay in my motherfuckin' house"
"Many
it for yah
Wanted me to change,but no never that ain't royal
You dont roll with niggas 'less them niggas bout spoil yah
I mean I gave you all I had
and trust me, things, they fell apart
Wash myself with acid, it's because I got a denim heart
My conscious so weak, I need to split it up in seven parts
Don't you understand, my baby?
I didn't mean, I didn't need, I mean, it was so hard for me, I just...
I saw you standing under the Shell pest strip late
patiently waiting
I don't make my testimony up
No I do not do faking
If you wanna leave I am not raking
Everybody want cake but it's not easy baking
They was
go to another guy ?
Yea I have my times but that don’t make it right
You the one that I want my life
If I lose it all would you still tell the world
I know she know better
More cakes than Drake's and more things than ring-dings
It ain't no need to try to gas her to swing
She's not impressed, by
to fire up
If you got the bomb, bomb, nigga, come and light it up
Yeah, blaze up, ain't nothin' like ridin' by, drivin' high
Me and all the hommies smokin',
I'm comin' for all of the treasure
That shit ain't what it seem
I think it's a mirage
This here reality
Nah we don't do facades
I know ain't nothin'
on my site, that's light
Me and all the traffickers are tight, but that's light, uh (yeah)
Set pays first I don't care if they'll be thirty deep
suck you dry
The do what you say, and don't ask why
Who said that hoe ain't old enough?
If she could bleed, then she can fuck
Call me "Dirty Dog"
mean all it took was some patience?
All you did was some waiting
All you did was some praying
Definitely you can say that
I am firm believer
If you speak
That's word to moms
I got two honeys on my arms and I dont want to let none of them go
Now, my next one she lives out of state
I mean the sex
Challenger outside
Ain’t it clean
Big booty bald head bae
Yea that’s me
Cops pulled me over, said the car
Smell like weed
Nigga, I don’t even smoke bitch
Tell
Truesay, it's the cap of the century
Laugh if you're sayin' it still
All the chattin' ain't gon cop you a mill
Only body count you got is at nil
Who sayin'
on
The brink, on the cusp, yeah
I can't even trust myself, no way
Not even if my bag was in it (no no no)
I ain't even go break up in
This bank, 10k just
it dont Support yo brothers
Thats the reason that yall aint Gon Make it
Tweakin off this perk I Cant feel Shit my body get to shaking
Bro flew out
think about it if you're trying to go
When you want to step to me, I think you should know that
Ain't no half-steppin'
I'm the Big Daddy Kane
Ain't
that for fun, I see for you it's just a means
To an end, I don't rap to make amends
I just talk about what I know, was never to go offend
But I might go
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