Lyrics:
with choice
Kamikaze sicker than a mothaf***in' Nazi
Got a little question for that n**** that made Poparazi
Tell me if you ain't in this rap game
For
I made it (I made it, I made it)
I came from the bottom
Nobody can stop me
They mad that I made it
I started out in the trenches
I got no love for
a rocket, finna takeoff)
From now on, that's who answer my questions
That's who speak for me (I'm in Houston with a rocket, finna takeoff)
Don't speak
inside of your soul
Impact you'll feel for the rest of your days
They want me to flip the script
Like I'm reading tales from the crypt
But I'm liable
and
Then this is what he taught us
Nothing shines in these mines but
There are some subway lines
If you wait by the gate there's
A train coming at 8
From
and I'm ready for it
I know I'm alone I'm prepared to go far
Next time you see me I'm up in the stars
Lookin like Kim when she looked like Jafar
Life's far
though
Harrison had a perfect life
Preyed every day and he loved his wife
You could count on nothing ever going wrong for him
Until his wife left him for
promethazine (promethazine)
Talking like it's that but you not on thing
I can tell by ya lango' I can tell you don't bang (tell you don't bang)
Momma I'm
to pocket check you
For fuckin' what?
There hasn't been a dollar in
Those jeans since '07 dude really a bum
Nigga is you silly or dumb?
You went from beggin'
envy from my haters, bitch you know I'm popping
Gotta keep a pocket rocket, niggas pocket watching
Pocket rocket, pocket watching
When they know you got
I used to come here when this place was a crypt.
Now the music plays.
Oh don't you sometimes wish they'd stick to the script
As the local preacher
Suicidal holocaust
For the dead I shed a tear
Cut fuck boys from ear to ear
You never see me creeping near
I come through with helicopters
Bookoo
funk
Still gettin' down
Music won't have no race
Only space, peaceful space
Now it's time for the trip
Step inside my little ship
I can tell by
funk
Still gettin' down
Music won't have no race
Only space, peaceful space
Now it's time for the trip
Step inside my little ship
I can tell by
unload
My haters keep calling me Nemesis cause they can't stop me from killing these flows
Bucking up for the ride cause my need for speed is out
of armour till you're left with Light
Come inside for a minute to gut me
Never be cut free, it was too ugly to be
Cut it out, can't die if you cut it out
gotta prahblum
The way you always mean muggin, ugly face green goblin, servin beef Red Robin, put a rocket to your noggin, pop a rock of Molly, Kelly got
coming back for you one day
You can see it from afar, we were riding that wave
Blinded by the lights, and it's something I crave
We didn't want
from within
You can keep on running from all of the things you left behind
I see way to much sometimes and inside I am going blind
I want to go kill
the past
You should get back
Now your sins shall be paid for with blood
I'm a goddess and justice rains from above
I once killed a man with a god complex
guessing
They ain't never know what to expect (Expect)
Growing up, had to deal with rejection
Had to fight for you people's respect (Respect)
Till I met Him,
a biter, exciter
The cemetery delighter
He's been waiting for the time to take them
From the tombs below
NecroRomancer
He'll love you after death
Casanova
blasted off and busted out those songs by Buck and Merle
Porter, Jerry, Chet, and Dolly rode that rocket ship with Charlie
Folks from Bakersfield to Raleigh
millions for a lot of people
Now it's time to make millions for myself, you know what I'm saying?
I made millions for the record companies
I made millions
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