Lyrics:
Eluding to the dude
I keep behind the interviews
That u be chewing thru to satisfy
The views fake news
I ain’t the easiest to pacify
You wanna the real
heart is forbidden of any feelings But to my surprise, I was smitten (yea I said 'smitten')
By your beautiful soul And my heart, it couldn't resist
of your house right now
Fuck cop killers
I’m a drug dealer killer
Welcome to A Glimpse
I go zero to a hundred cracker real quick, real Fucken quick
em know how real this is
M-O-B-B, D-double-E-P wit bounty killer
No other gun runners keep a round like this
From Q-U-double-E-N-S, my bomb
and some doctors
One killer left a niggers lungs punctured
But the doctor couldn’t stop that mums suffer
Got their opp down
But the blocks real hot right now
I stand alone
Burned every bridge over the troubled water
No longer hiding from my personality disorder
A stronger tide is coming and I've been
The Fat Bastard
Naughty By Nature and all the
Real thugs out there
(Who fi broke-broke an who fi rich-rich)
Keep it comin’!
(Outlaw Immortal will never
the personality, she say it's meant to be
I'm in the bathroom when you pee
She in the bathroom too when a nigga doo-doo, you my boo-boo
There's nothing in this
You know I been on my shit im gettin rich like roddy
Had some dinners with some killers I dare you to try me
Used to walk right by me now she wanna ride
seen it all cuz
I'm surrounded by drugs and dealers
I'm surrounded by victims and killers
I'm talking real gang, gang, gang, gang
We hang with the crooks
(Kervorkian, kervorkian)
Now I need a place to hide away
Are you ready, are you ready
Whose the real Doc's of Death?
Oh no it's Doctor Death!
Whose the real
ready for that (Statik)
Detroit vs. Everybody
Uh, I took a bite out the rotten apple by the poison tree
All these females need to email to make noise
in the urn
Is it God or money that really make the world turn?
Grab your gun, separate the ones from the real funds
Inhale deep and hold it in your
bitch by my side and my nitrous real
You can catch me ridin out
Diamonds on my neck but I ain’t got no chill
You can catch me ridin out
I’m a gangsta,
Makes me wanna holler by gemini killer
It makes wanna holler - how
We struggle 4 dollars
While the devil wears prada
Chillin in the ramada
Watch
Yeah, Hold up wait a minute
This beat got a killer man lets figure out who did it
Justin on the mic he lay it down you know he kill it
Then you
a mere appetizer
And the mind is the real main course
The personality is the icing on the cake
The real magnetic force
The completion of any kind
I'm sayin'?
You got to do that shit, keepin' it real nigga or what?
Keepin' it real!
How old are you nigga?
I'm eleven
'Cause all I see is,
three shit
It's hard to believe this was all just a dream
Until I met you
Now it feels like it's all fulfilled
And lets go back I can keep it really real
I'm at a school and I don't even talk to nobody there
My personality is out of that place I'm aware
Students beware of me, like I'm plugged with
I wake up, like damn, this is what I deal with
Yeah, Looking in the mirror looking real shit
Yeah, Cheers for the face God, keen for a face-swap
No
not literally
We found her and she promised she was to be trusted
But her personality's got me disgusted
Plus my heart is in another place
I see my true
Fake personality’s kept masking, the real ones in the system
Scared ones always seem to, always seem, always seem to play the victim
See fear is a deadly
personality that is living for your version of reality
I've grown so sick of everything by you
So here's your lullaby to die to
As my soul's descending
My head
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