Lyrics:
I rather roll by myself, I rather smoke by myself
Why would I put my trust in you, when I cant trust myself
I rather be a dead than a broke nigga
I
Die by the bullet when they live by the gun
Why I always gotta roll with a face on my shirt
Gotta keep it on me they ain’t taking me first
Why my niggas
If you got ana, well, nigga, now go
Boy, you don't want it 'cause I am too crunk
Quick to get dubbed and don't give a fuck
Blastin' at suckas who
Too much dro got my eyes low
On the creep triple black down
'cause I'ma cripple that clown
Spotted him by WoodHall
Niggas think the fe-in took off
Like
Chorus: Final Chapter
Is you a real or a fake nigga
Get caught and run ya trap to the jake niggas
Tryin to turn a benjamin into a 8 figga
When shit
and I'll be your Clyde
Side by side and watch the haters die
Baby we ment
I can tell you buy that shit you gangsta bitch
I start to thing that
from now on
Tell the police I don't do nothin', I been sellin' these songs
Ain't puttin' no cap inside my rap, ain't too much leadin' you on
My lil'
planes, what's your claim?
[Guru]
Yo, I be your highness, in slickness, you chumps bear witness
Tremendous tropper, verbal nigga with he fitness
drunk
I remember that free lunch wasn't shooting, we would jump stones
Niggas like the end of the blunt, traps load up
I told papi I got him by the end
of Ft. Meyers
I got principles nigga that's what I live by
I ain't got rap feature and I'm still alive
Not 1 my 3 album is you surprised worth my
psyche
You a last-place nigga
Sad case, rap shooter in a rat's place
Nigga
I done put my years in
Before I turned sixteen i'm a old soul
All this weight
(Wait, is that Austin?)
Yeah, I'm tryin' not to get indicted
These rap niggas look hurt
I think their pockets on a diet
Gettin' money, nigga, you
[Verse One]
I'm the most critically acclaimed, rap bitch in the game
Coast to coast, stash the gat in holster girl
Dark skinned, Christian Dior
Talking: The record you about to hear is basically true.
The names have been changed to protect the guilty. (You a cold nigga)
Some breathe gangsta
(Gangsta Grizzillz)
See I been a lot of place
Traveled the globe
Put my feet up in LA
Conduct my business in New York
(What the fuck mean you
turn me into Superman
Supa wifey 'bout to get a real whoopin'
Cause you supa bad, supa booty, supa ass
Supa wifey tell them niggas who the man
Who
cus' a nigga ain't me
For real though, yea for real though
Racks before raps, yea I got that real doe
Wiz keep fire so I smoke that kill doe
Keep it one
they hear me through the speakers
Man these niggas know I mean it
The mannerisms of a genius
Models down to seen it
The flow is scenic, the ho is black
Ambien's in my travel bag
Fiji water, first class, destination France
Fascinated by my watch hypnotic trance
We on the coast jetskiing with exotic
Yup yup it's Quad-b
Uh take this
Uh take that
Punchlines hit the track put damage ta rap
Okay uh take this
Uh take that
Punchlines hit the track put
bridge niggas that ain't all about rap
We own streets, run websites, log on
To the one and only, InfamousStores.com
We load up the tour buses, to get
Forever trappin' dope, forever shootin' semis
It ain't no cappin', before this rap, nigga, I had ten kis
This shit tax-free, nigga, we livin' rent-free
diamonds can not
They'll change that gangsta's whole demeanor
Niggas talk smoke never rolled a reefer
Can't turn no hoe to a housewife
I know all these
town, get it by the muscle
Real street nigga, all I know is hustle
Mind still rollin' (Codeine what I guzzle)
Dogs steady with me, bark and get bit
Couple
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