Lyrics:
get snaked, you can get faked
Out by the bitch that you feelin'
'Cause you thought that she was an angel
That bitch ain't no angel, I treat her halo
of mess in my life
But wait, you of age, you old too
I control my emotions, yours control you
You bright enough to know when you get impulsive
For me,
the real bills
We got enough of this shit
To go get Osama killed
Pay a little nigga to go figure
Out where ya momma live
Leave her address in the mailbox
stoppin shit
That's just gon get a cop in here
We're competent, common sense, cause niggas
They rock this shit
From where they forever hate
You'll never get
(chea)
9 millimeter guns, gonna be the one, making a million, when I come
Never gonna be the bum, where I come from, niggas better get some
Tried to be
been on my mind
I just wanna get a little time
Can I get a little peace and quiet
Fast forward I ain't heard of Jack in a minute
Surrounded by fake
after tax
You can dream about vacation in the sun
You can dream but you can't never have one
'Cause by the time your good old uncle Sam gets done
an ancient tag
You know my heiroglyph, I got a higher gift
You's a passenger tryin but never be a pilot
[Chorus] 2x
"Aiyyo enough's enough" [Fat
Sound like I'm from the 'burgh
'Burgh kid, I never left
What the fuck am I doing?
Ain't enough for you to see I'm winning
Got the team on my back
Father of god I been chilling with titans beat every beat up like Tyson
I get the mic and I get to biting lycan I gotta watch
Hop stepping
Ayo check this out son
This is my man Nas Escobar
And I go by the name of Cormega you know
(you gonna get your self murdered)
Yo check this out
get better by givin' the people
Not a fuck given, check the method, that's how we livin'
Always been driven, out of sight and yet never hidden
from the day ke belegwa
Even before ke le (Ha ra mme)
O swaka defeat you like Barker
Break your neck by only using ditlhaka
Spread enough to go (Ngwana
to floss
But nigga if I get that tooth
Picked you'll be riding off
I make sure you never have no
Plaque when I'm holding you down
I send you to that cold
spirit livin
I'm a Sacramento king
You know I love that team
That boy fox is clean
It's time to get a ring
Buddy buckets splashin
Seat belts never fastened
are slow so
Just listen every line by line lemme finish
Yo
Pizzagate politicians man who we kiddin'
They want us wearing dresses if
We rapping for
song, and that bitch just passes by
So I, got lyrically complex, that way I could clock checks
Get my moms out the projects, with these concepts,
wasn't big enough to carry it
She got to get behind the mule, yeah
In the morning and plow
Got to get behind the mule in the morning and plow
You got
wasn't big enough to carry it
She got to get behind the mule, yeah
In the morning and plow
Got to get behind the mule in the morning and plow
You got
[Murs]
I stumbled out of bed, hungover, none sober
Like the Joe's rushed my body and I was the sole cobra
Still a soldier grabbed a soda helped my
to be gained
So hey, Bubba Ray and Joe Bob
Y'all, better get down here real quick
Drive, those pickup trucks to Huntsville
'Cause they're fixin' to put
them no go take pas my turf
This bars are cleavage I’m a bitch if I don’t get it off my chest
Brain wasn’t gifted by a fat man who ride
Deers
I
Yahweh
Selassie eye and I'm proud to say, I never need a 9 by my waist
Niggas still respect my game so celestials respect my space
And I just might be in
call me SIRE
To burn my Kingdom, there ain't enough FIRE
I won't stop rockin' cause I won't re-TIRE
Under the sheet, boricua heat, a street
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