Lyrics:
filthy rich
Took a bunch of pills, drinking on my beers
Sitting on a mill, but I'm pimpin still
Riding round the track, like Goldie in the Mack
Still I'm
to see how high she can get, antigravity
No she don't wanna wake, sleep like it's her final wake
How many pills do she need to take just to get a brake
call it luck
Why can't it just be I'm blessed
I'm a track-star, running through life
Chasing my dream
Best deal I made was trading the
Mic for that
Hold your breath when you see me walking by
I'm obsessed with movies, like Barbed Wire throw a stiletto in ya eye
I confess I'm like Jesse James in
But Jet make the hotties in the parties shake your rump
I like the way you comb your hair, uh
I like the stylish clothes you wear, uh
It's just
But that likely was expected
Every track I'm on I wreck it
And I got pull just like a wrecker
So don't get a misconception
I go by Pill Nye cus I got
by a lil' reefer
My Beats Pill speaker
And my 200 millilitre Hennessy
I hit ya lil' chica told that bitch to "Ven aqui"
Then proceed to bend her
it'll take em years to bite it
Which the greatest fears I don't write it it just appears outta no where like da
Information contain by the phycic like it
to get your fuckin throat slit
I wanna call Gus and hang you by your pedo wrists
This is not a threat, just a little wish
Also scammy fake mechanics do
on the way up
Track gone hit like nunchuks
Nigga I don't give like one fuck
I make it look like a lay up
I'm on the i'm the way up
I'm on the work on the move
think about it nigga, life or death
Life of a cracker
I’d like to hang you by the neck
Do you wanna see the boys in jet
Or you wanna see them runway jets?
You sound like a Bitch Bitch
Shut the fuck up
Your tracks are hate magnet
Fuck your beard Weird
Alright
You yelling at the mic you weird beard
We
24/7 I’ve been working overtime
Ain’t got that much to show for it
Still had to sell my soul for it
Just to get by
24/7 I’ve been working overtime
'em back)
Nah, fuck it, get 'em first
Feels like this rapping shit a curse
I wanna rob, i just can break it down and
Put it in a verse (Put it in
car, got a horse on the seat
Just got the drop on the man from his bitch
Nigga gettin' cheddar like a fuckin' Cheez-It
We was at Coachella with
the pause start (paws start)
To make a hallmark need a crowbar and Hang em by the M of the Walmart make it wall art
Cause I feel just like flight eleven cause
kicks
All these other rappers shit so I'm stunting like a bitch
Bitch i'm popping pills and potions got yo bitch right by my side
Two three bitches in
the guwap yea I'm really focused
I just cut me up a pill I feel like I'm Jason
I been waitin waitin waitin for the days end
I been makin my way all the way
Track after track after track after track
I be dropping back to back, just for you to say it's wack
It's the lack of respect you posess
Left behind
alone what they taught me
I'm naughty by nature
Just bought that to swear cause they thought It was gone like a lost it
I'm pressure and damaging beats
they don't like it, got a knob that they can slob on until
Wait I just forgot what I was thinking
What's it called again? I'm blanking
The thing above
Listen to this track bitch!
Grind til' it's morning
I count it as soon as I wake up
I grind til' it's morning (The AM)
I count it as soon as I wake
I aint go for gangsta just for heat when beef in progress .
Yall nigas get the picture? im like everything u pose ass,
I really live like the nigga
lyrics don't make sense n have too much MSG
They just cap when u gotta spit it like poetry
Finna' clap their ass
With boom bap on this track
I try to keep
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