Lyrics:
bring all my visions to the grave
And delete the source
You can ask me stupid questions
When I'm a dead corpse
And I better not remind you
I'm clinically
a light bulb went off in my head
"They be thinking all black folks is resembling
Give me your tux and I'll do some pocket-swindling"
Finna to change in
a light bulb went off in my head
"They be thinking all black folks is resembling
Give me your tux and I'll do some pocket-swindling"
Finna to change in
is over you can ask me later
Now come on baby, the way I’m snapping whole Lotta people like he must be crazy
Idgaf I came up off shady
Ain’t no
Or I'll come off desperate
But if I lay down and I play dead and I stay dead
Baby, you'll get, sick of being the monster out of my head, under my bed
life would travel the earth with you on my mind
You're truly the first to be by my side
Crawl tru the dirt see the pain in my eyes
Together with you we
instead
And told my killer don't stop shooting till you roofing his head
Bitch I been knew y'all guns props
That's why my killers not in videos
Cause all
sirens roar
Better get that money, and be out the door
[W.C.]
Racket, racket, comin' out of the back end
Dead at you, he throwin' the hot lead at you
, your so wrong (it's 50)
I'm innocent in my head, like a baby born dead
Destination heaven, sit and politic with passengers from 9/11 (yeah)
, your so wrong (it's 50)
I'm innocent in my head, like a baby born dead
Destination heaven, sit and politic with passengers from 9/11 (yeah)
to pop a round
Im still No days off till it's M's in my account
Momma knew I'd be boss seen it through my ultrasound
You Lil numb ass nigga
200 hunnit
stand up then get your head up
Telling my competitors to go and pack it up
Get to packing cause you lacking, better pack it up
I’m on the come up, gonna
stress[00:24.56]Seeing hard times I pluck the ash off my cigarette[00:27.33]There's a better day coming am I seeing it yet[00:29.90]Yo, I'm so blessed cause my sponsor
to the street
she started grabbin all over me kissing and hugging
so I shoved her away I said you better stop buggin
she got mad looked me dead in my face
threw
I mean it’s simple can’t fuck wit us
I got money on yo head
I don’t do my dirty work i cut off my hands
I don’t even touch the work
I pray these
get, I wanna see more fans soon
Nigga on some monkey business, call that boy a baboon
You cannot rent-free in my head, got different shampoo
Quit
conceited I don't need no luck
Look up to my mom's, only one that I trust
All by myself ain't one got my back
Promethazine fell in love with the act
Break off
And if they chip me, better kill 'em
Just make sure them niggas feel it
That's all I ask of the killers, yeah
Said I got blood on my hands
I promised
should I do
Inject a little sniff of love but motherfuckers know it's cool
Roll another wicked primo, got my head up in the mules
They say that if they
jumped out her seat
Snatched me up by my wrist and took me out to the street
She started grabbin' all over me kissing and hugging
So I shoved her away I
visit's because it would become
The topic of my day and by the
Time we spoke later that day
The argument was so amplified in my head
That I couldn’t wait
Bring the yellow tape
Body bags gettin zipped up
Heads blown off wit they insides ripped up
Mobile phones flipped up
Factors callin shots
Bitch made
a drug free school zone
J.A.D.A
I'm top 5, dead or alive
And that's just off one LP
Jae Hood
Two guns up
All I know is bitches and money, grams
Hemoglobin in my pens ink and I wiff it like paint
Hallucinations of the victims I ignore them cuz they faint
No respect for the dead shit and piss on all
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