Lyrics:
that comes from hell
Should stretch down by my side.
When the night was gone and the day was come
And the sun shone through the hall,
The fairest
was up in jail when J-Money died (I was)
Hard times, I was thinkin' 'bout homicide (damn)
No cryin', I'll be out by the summertime (on God)
Click
to me as mister
Get it from the bank, printer down, I'ma kill him
My bitch bad, don't need no filter
Every time I hit her gotta leave kids in her
and they hear me crush the beat and give the stank face while they tellin me that I’m goin places
Just gotta put in the work n filter out the hatred, do what
(Got damn)
Ok
I see how you do when a nigga got money
Nigga rocking that fly shit!
I'm always in the club, everybody in the club
Straight
up in 'em like root canals
I erase all trails, somethin' farther from gettin' bail
Makes you wanna kill an emcee yourself, you might as well
Deeper
all the nonsense I told her don't worry cus I'll be alright
In deep contemplation bout my generation controlled by their Instagram views and the likes
the tension I
Broke him in the head
I let it slide, I let it slip on by
Giving you one last try to kill it with the eye
New day same shit occurred in
Just show your face in broad daylight, ah
I'm tellin' you on how I feel, ah
Gonna hurt your mind, don't shoot to kill
Shamone
I wanna rock with you (All
after game it's all really the same
Gain a lot of cash to go dance in the club
So let the boy get some digits
Holler I'm happy it's on 2 hours that's app
Island
To shows at the garden
Automatic startin' in the drop got
Your bitch pussy fartin
My album about to drop in 7 days
But I still poke a rapper
gives 'em a hint, not to step in my path
For police, I'm sayin, "Fuck you, punk!"
Readin' my rights and shit, it's all junk
Pullin' out a silly club
gives 'em a hint, not to step in my path
For police, I'm sayin, "Fuck you, punk!"
Readin' my rights and shit, it's all junk
Pullin' out a silly club
the track of the beat watch Bobby flip the metronome
High voltage, keep my seat in winsbro cultured
Kill enemies by mailin them the poison glue postage
(Groupie) Um, I normally dont do anything like this (mhm)
But, um when I saw you in the club
I just thought I had to try something different! (mm
Said I'm at the age where the kids pose to pop out
Hope I'm not at a club with a bottle if they pop now
Supposed to be my world but I don't think I
dollar and we no deal with cowards
Weak lamb get devoured by the lion
In the concrete jungle, the strong stand and rumble
The weak fold and crumble,
down (tell 'em girl)
Ay yo, my rolls be Liberace
And my bedroom is off the hook all day, designed by Versace
Y'all just watch me, this is how I blow
niggas wanna kill me
Some niggas they gonna hate me
They wanna see me fall why can't these
Niggas congratulate me
I'm just a rider
Tryna maintain in
the benz
We drive cars
We fuck your hoes
We taking charge
We get the dough
Yall niggas pussy
We cut your face
We in your hood
Every fucking day
[Verse 2a]
days
When Tech N9ne called and he asked for may day
Ubi, Dax and Kaliko all came
Now the whole damn club is fucking or engaged
Tour of duty so unruly
Melanin popping
Especially when that sun hits
Catch me on Snapchat
No filter cause that glow's lit
But being black is an extreme sport in my area
They try
Another shot to kill a young black hero
The same way the pipe in the
80’s got my Black Queen
Tell Afeni that I loved her as a crack fiend
I know with out me
dirt in the filter
When you get up in the house
You can sit her on the couch
And show her what it's really all about now
And maybe she will serenade you
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