Lyrics:
the Devil be whispering
Slugs flying by me I hear them, they whistling, that was a close call
Stand up nigga so I won't fall
My teacher told me I would
compete with no one No No
I dare you my brother please try me
I don’t mess with no beginners
Lazy niggas get deleted
Re phusha the spane no sleeping
Ba ba
by food stamps, and a couple aunts
Motherfucker and, I don't give a damn what you tell me
This poor, public educated bastard, getting wealthy
Miller
why the fuck care
But if I blend in I'm just lying to myself yeah
Y'all can't tell me nothing
Niggas don't my struggle
I been summoned
You can't tell me
deal such a bad hand
Like my brother who got killed by a man
Man, and I never knew
Why I couldn't stop stabbing him when everybody told me to
They said
a God that holds tighter than a mother
Speakin of brothers I prolly should call my brothers
Not really for nothin just to tell'em that I love'em
We want
pretty clothes
Tell my boy his daddy's so proud of him
And don't forget to give my love to Rose
Tell them I said thanks for waiting for me
Tell my
She a preacher, bad lil girl heart wide imma please her
Out my mind you can tell probably
When you coming over after house parties
Imma write a poem
Daddy My Brother
My Sister My Auntie My Uncle
Tell Em I Got Em We Came From The Struggle
Imma Get Us Out The Gutta
Ran My Sack Up With My Young Nigga
named Baby Doll
She got four baby daddies, four kids by four different men
And she just found out she's pregnant, I said, "No, not again!"
Man, when
please don't shoot up the place (why?)
'Cause I see some ladies tonight
That should be havin' my baby (uh), baby (uh)
Straight up honey really I'm
yo moma getting by just got a house right by candler?
Aint know discussion they gone tell you the answer
You gotta move
Dont give no fucks if you in
know...
'cause i don't know if you're the right type for the...
For the place, you know
Look...lemme tell you what my problem really is, you see
Ok...
My
What if I
Cop a DeLorean
To take you where glory is
And show off my concepts like Ralph McQuarrie did
Don't tell me to chill out
I'm verging on break
ain't no mack daddy
Gotta flip my tounge
Yes be leavin them sprung
Bust some shit out some lung
Dont know how its goin, Yungstars still flowin
Flippin
Hey baby, how you doin'? What's goin' on?
I'm sittin' in my motherfuckin' cell, it's the same song
Tell my kids that I love 'em but don't tell 'em
his only son
My sisters need a father figure im the only one
Walk across the stage and tell lil tay tay that im there beside her
Dem got all the world
that they don't have we try to make right
Let your actions be guided by your intentions when you tell them, "goodnight"
(crip), yea they never act different (yea)
Niggas laughing at me (yea), I bet my bag is happy
My baby call me daddy that’s my daughter nigga (wait)
I got
Already got it don't need the advance
And my chain blinging not my hotline
Yea they collar green I just pop mine (Woah)
Can't sit at the table
Fake ice
to
Girl you can tell me any secret you can tell me, it's just me and you
(You can tell me baby)
You already met my momma, and my daddy, and my brother
Chanel, chanel, chanel
Chanel bag swag
Please don’t interrupt me while I’m rocking my Chanel
Please don’t interrupt me while I’m rocking my Chanel
but I don't recognize they face
But somehow they tell my business
Who I live with everywhere that I visit
Who I got kids with what is this
Ain't got
verbals & graphic grammar
My verbal murder strech from Alaska to Alabama
Get touched by my Arm & Hammer
All across the planet niggas crumble like
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