Lyrics:
denim
See the man is insane
I love my sneakers, fuck my gucci still
Ladies love the gun, I call em jazzy groupies
Making money on my solo ground
But these
sing the song of the King
And his Soldier friends, aah
I thought this track would never end
[Chorus 4X]
shoutout my people that
Been with me from day though, yeah
Hi y'all, it's Mr last Pick
Sorry if I trip about it, shit
I'm only half-pissed
A couple people
dot that's why they call it hallow tip
Uh uh uh uh Brodie on the ground bleeding out wit his mans you should've listened
Get him gone 2.5 we ain't
And nigga raised by the rat's roaches
Real youngen holdin coke
State they gave my man life
Feds they gave my man 10
Messin with this dirty game feel like
I'm
I'm in a dream I can't wake up from
My brain's alert but my body's numb
A monkey bangs a battle drum
Upon a doomsday podium
I try to scream. My
I'm in a dream I can't wake up from
My brain's alert but my body's numb
A monkey bangs a battle drum
Upon a doomsday podium
I try to scream. My
Now the monkey swings by the end of his tail
As he flies from tree to tree
Well there may be monkey in some of you guys
But there ain’t no monkey in
is his mug shot
I'm on a label with well know singers in it
Look, your man's getting booked and fingerprinted
Polo drives a Benz from state
of a young hustler about his money
Far from a dumby, smart enough to run with big company
If I was put in position, the end results would be lucrative
No
to take his place
Bear with his tomfoolery... Even if it splits
Your face! Don't be
Fooled by a peaceful
Un! He scared of em' supremacists! Of
Whom, trump
to roll
I got the strap by the seam of my clothes
Show a lil nigga this cutta on me not even his beef but his mans get expose
Putting down pressure you
“What the f*** is that?”
Cause every time I call it quits
I end up coming back
And just to prove and tell y’all fools
You ain’t killin’ s***
I’ll show
on-and-and-on-and-on-on-and-on
The beat don't stop until the break of dawn
I said M-A-S, T-E-R, a G with a double E
I said I go by the unforgettable name
Of the man they call
bringing balance
Pe$o like Azula when he Blu out the flames
Sparky sparky boom man, how he blow up the game
Tats on the head and they glowing like aang but
the weather
Or if a Pidgeon shits on your head
Or that the foxes are already off the tether
But I'd rather end up dead
By action
Than at the mercy to factions
I
for them all
And by the model of my vehicle you know that I ball
A 92 but 91 the year that Tyler was spawned
And if I crash in the woods then I'mma
like a end of semester
You a goofy a clown jester
Took yo bitch Ian mean to finesse her
Stay at home like they put me on tether
across the land
Led by a bleached blonde man with a mic in his hand
Act two, song's the only way for me to talk to you
Cos you're the king of hip hop
I'm
the blues
Let 'em kill me, I refuse
I'm down for killing
But the one of [edited] I was accused
I leave ya funky
I put my trunk-y
Hair by a monkey
So
for my chain
Nigga, shot in the leg, it's somethin' like Tory Lanez
Nigga talkin' crazy on the gang till he blow his brain
And my boy go crazy with
James had a look on his face that I couldn't explain
He said,"Man, have you heard the news?"
Ronnie killed Jackie, caught her screwing around
While
thrown by the fighter unknown
The monkey stood as still as stone though
His focus had not broken then
He had the strength of fifty men
He grabbed
tell you all the reasons
Imma smoke until I’m gone
I don’t care I want it all
Paperchasin money calls
Percs got junkies off the wall
Blow shit up cus I’m
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