Lyrics:
In the Ford Expidie, and I don't expect to die
On some humble shit
I am on some rumble shit
When it's on, you should see the shit I come through
'
Guided by the spirit,I knw what i read/psalm
The music needs no introduction you too can check on Shazam
Dem say me I bad cos am a product of the Hood
to everybody you'll be looking all crazy and fucked up
Full cup pasificts, drank tenacity
Hustle till the sundance not Butch Cassidy
I am a revolver
the kid is not my son
She says I am the one, but the kid is not my son
She says I am the one (You know what you did)
She says he is my son (Breaking my
that lie didn't last
Good people with a troubled past
Had kids fast now we pay the tab
Dad talks like no one can match
Eyes for the one behind the glass
civilians
By the millions like christina u feelin it?
Oh now u a nervous wreck
Think u deserve respect
Cause u poppin percocet leave
U hurt and shred i be
bitch, Sam, I am
Big pot and pan, run, not ran
This is how these niggas raping and then y'all bump they shit
Dr. Seuss bars, my nursery rhyme kids
Ill
you want the fame and attention
But how can you handle that if you can't get any bitches
You're gonna be nervous I'm causing disturbance I'm vicious
But I get nervous sometimes, hey baby, I can't help to think
You might not make it home to eat, I barely sleep (come on)
Could you pick up a phone
But I get nervous sometimes, hey baby, I can't help to think
You might not make it home to eat, I barely sleep (come on)
Could you pick up a phone
what I've done
Who I am or where I'm from
If you don't know it by
Now then you just dumb
I ain't got no pistols, inf beams
Choppers or no Dracos
No car,
happen to the rules
I don't even know how you could be so cruel
Thinking you could get away with it by I am not no fool no
Got an ocean full of bitches
Who am I
Who am I
Who am I
Who am I
I never stopped
Since I was a kid
I been chasing the top
If it's meant to be
God hold me a spot
And tell me who I
A bad kid baby
A bad kid baby
Don't be insecure
I'm a twit, degenerate, young rebel and I'm proud of it
Pump your fist
If you would rather mess up than
Isn't it strange? I'm an Italian kid
That raps in English and does it better than you ever did
Maybe not the first language, but at least, I don't
King of rap the game is a village that I inherited
Am on the Maryjane never compared the kid
This is 6:30 and your ass is still in bed
Men You don't
he capping
The difference is I'm really tough when I'm rapping
Now don't get to comfortable
I am an overweight kid with an appetite
You are a lunchable
that you was feelin' mad
I coulda talked you outta that
But never will I see you again
Nor will your kids
Nor will your family or your friends
Its
gone act like what I'm sayin is stupid (Why?)
But know I'm smarter than most of the average kids, my mom always told me I'm gifted (I am!)
I don't know
and hear that I'm right by your side
And no matter what you choose
I'll be here for you
Yeah no matter what you do
Baby tell me, tell me why you
a kill streak, call for the weapon
I grew up around needles, veins make me nervous
That nappy headed little kid, changed for a purpose
If the poison is
her
Are you cuffing? Am I cursing?
Why you look like that I make you nervous?
She for the gang, which one you working?
Baby, go find you a clown
The lone ranger, a known stranger
Deranged, full of anger
Lashed out from lashes about
His disfigureight d kid figure
You'd figure a slave back
back and unload
I seen it unfold in my area code
[The Jazzyfatnastees]
Better believe it.. cause it is co-min..
You won't believe the site you see
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