Lyrics:
I'm going nutty at the party when I Bring my smith a Wesson
Drinking Malibu im checking out
And I'm Rocking black Air Forces so You better blow
out of luck
Out of luck, out of love, I'm a whore
For attention, this tension, it creeps through the door
Am I loved? Am I hated? I don't know anymore
garbage come and trash me
All of my fans fenna steal all your shows
Cuz we follow dreams like fiends follow drugs
Ya we so hype cuz we know Lord knows
I'm
The industry knows that
They use to say we was trash
Until we cracked them like this
And shot them like that
Now I'm starting to get my paper
Bumped it to some
They tried to play on this good heart
These niggas
They tried to play me like a guitar
'Til send 'em to that place
With the good lord
Now I'm ridin' in
Even though I'm fuckin with the po'-po'
Them nigga know how I act in the low-low
Slow mo', nigga check out my promo
You mo'fo's can't fuck with my
the majority is on the broad path
That won't last
But it's on its way to destruction
Like the aftermath
I've been adopted by the Lord
When I was an orphan
I'm
the devil is busy (busy)
Had some people beside me ain't with me (with me)
I admit that I'm gon' do this music up until the Lord come and get me (real talk)
I'm rapping like a Wesson if you went and put the smith in it
A bottomless 11, so I'll never stop spitting it
A Mac 10 with the clip long
50 cal, you
being here?
Who knows?
One day I hope to, once I leave this globe
But do I do it on my own time?
Or wait around until it surprises me
Like I'm diggin'
Surrounded by this weaponry
I still have the memories
Remember I was 7 years old with a pallet gun
Playing outside with a cap, drinking Caprisun
We thought we
grade came, I'm pregnant
Shit got frantic and man oh Lord it was a tuff decision
But they decided to abort it
It might have been right it might have
demand
Quit baller-blocking us
Lord Gudda, praise a nigga
MOB, I'm brazy, nigga
Hard at work, I'm slaving, nigga
Yeah, surfs up, I'm wavy, nigga
I'm tryin to keep from blastin' off my muthafuckin' balls
By the one in the chamber of the Glock I got in my draws
I got my cap to the side, watchin'
But he looked up to the sky
Said you don't owe me nothing and as far as I know
Lord don't owe nothing to you
And I ain't asking for a miracle
the high strung
Young MC's, they all got done by the legend
Every second I'm wrecking
Not a mistake you'll find, but you can keep checking
Out the sound
They like Cal they don't know what to with you
Squares around squares like they sittin in a cubical
They can't figure me out like I'm a Rubik's cube
him just a realise forgive them Lord because they don't know what they have done yes yes yes will you denied him or chase the devil away according
the 9 and the velour
A cal in my pocket
You wil', I'mma pop it
I'm down for a profit
I'm ghetto as hell
You can't you tell?
My road dog, under the jail
But my soul's invincible like
Mario when he blinking
They see me full of joy like
"I don't know what he drinking?"
Cup is full of living water bro
I sip
Shout out Cal-He
Know it's 19th
That's on me
know me from that block where we move them rocks)
(You better make it fast, watch your ass, or get pursued by cops)
You don't know what its like up
know me from that block where we move them rocks)
(You better make it fast, watch your ass, or get pursued by cops)
You don't know what its like up
I see your hands clap
Ya heard it, my lips spits quick like Wordsworth
And I'm quick to do a DJ when he's walkin on my turf
"Lord Jazz.." "He goes by
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