Lyrics:
they're counting all their sheckles
They are selling out I'll put it down for the record
Whitty, Vallance, profit cos' their sharks
I don't care about your
These Can't Fuck with me can't Fuck with me
One fucking beast Fucking Beast
They wanna be the fucking beast sGODB
This your bitch but she fucking me
down
Shots from the Mac and maybe
They'll cool you down
Nigga you a fucking clown, don't fuck around
I'll fuck around
Put your body in the ground, way
POWERed up while you're nappin'
My goals crush SOULs, every final order was blackened
Like outer SPcCE, I'll put you in your place, no cappin'
Just double
The truth is here with no disguise
If the devil is a lie well it's time for your demise
I'm just thinking about what step could possibly be next
will incite *breath* don't dim my lights
I'd rather recite, crash like sites, record and rewrite
Report on mics, check stereos, unload and type
On haters
would do
So come on, walk to your house
You put a record on i don't know
What a show
I just couldn't take it
I need your arms around me babe
Oh please
got your own physique
Style is kinda neat
And it comes from the street
Complete to fill the room
Never out of tune
Pooh,show'em what you mean by boom
Feelin melted like some crayons me
An Jamie spendin bands
On the best of the best until
Our death yеp that's the plan
An' I put 55 grams in
A pack
couldn't afford it
It's a lot, from riding on the bus, now we in Porsches
It's a lot, bitches with they phones tryna record us
It's a lot, I just left
right by the runway let me feel like bree
This c's'll come like a pocket rocket now the gang in Central with Cee
Had my case papers printed now I've got
for the roots.
Now always on the move with nothing to prove and nothing to lose
I'll choose earth over booze, leave the dirt for the fools
Put me
of the illest spitters with a verbal bark
Yo where your burners at?
Fizzy wo' will raise the heat like a thermostat
Don't get the man vexed, you'll get
Study medicine or study law
And please put away the guitar
The best you'll ever be
Is a local star at the local bar
But I went and did it anyway
of my plan
Try an sell me a dream, put some CREAM in my hand
want to garuntee me numbers on your weekly soundscan
Try an, smile in my face while you
I'm home at five-o-five
You're comin' over and I know
I'll put my hair up
'Cause we're gonna lay it real low
My phone is buzzin' like that neon sign
blue, bottom great, daily hue
Horses on my hoodies, know my walking where it put me,
Swear to God I know this city like the pockets and the breathe
to be I-10
Until my out of town connect, put out your chest and took my ends
Got me throwed off in the mind, retaliation's what I take
Fears get blowed
that
All that, all that, keep husslin' baby
Do whatever you doin' in the streets baby
Just don't get caught by anybody if you need to
You know-you
Uh
Girl, trying to work this out (No no)
I know its hard (Yeah)
So I'll put it down like this (Listen baby)
Girl you got me in the zone
I
me?
But wouldn't aim remote at a 100" color TV
Nigga, I'm off at the heezy, you see that?
Your record company done hired Chino XL to come and repossess
the bird that plucked the Olive Leaf
has been circling like a record never-ending in my mind
where the needle's worn the grooves too deep,
Now, even as we play
There's a new wave of sound goin' on today
We know your time is very precious so we won't stall
We'll just put some words
I stood, you stayed in your chair
You didn't get it, you even looked put out
But I had no doubt
You'd see the change and someday do the same
That
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