Lyrics:
will buy a Maybach for my mum
Face getting lit by the sun
I am not even dumb
I am trying to go around the world
Am not talking about Daft Punk
Trying
accolades
Can't deny it, I'm defying
New to hype and used to silence
Used to hide, lose the fight, now I'm future-writing
Getting stronger everyday, Daft Punk
I'm the king bitch
Money, groupies, drugs and alcohol, and bling shit
But I stay a head of the game
And you punks is so lame
Cause my mobbin' gangsta
My nigga game came with a hundred bars fo' y'all
Now I'm following his footsteps nigga
Young ya boy, CO when I'm five times platinum
Holla'
bitches by they looks
When it's really all about what she can do for you
I do for me and still see a True
Ah-ha, really? Do you hear me, bro?
Got your
seas
I'm pimpin' this gat
Watch me hidy flice these hoes
Leave em short changed
Take they fame and roll
Wacth em all fall to tha flo'
It's a t-k-o
"Hey punk, you forgot your chair!"
And by the look in his eyes, I knew that this was the end.
Then he body slammed me two or three times
And he put
game fool).
Ant Banks at the crack house
Ha ha ha better recognize game when it's in your face bitch).
It's obvious mad cash got me gassed
cause he has the bad luck to be suicidal
We niggas, we blacks, we men of the African diaspora
Got the world title on broken promises, broken hearts,
and pulled me up out the flame
My lord has set the stage
To break up out my cage
Unleash a man that is changed. To bring change Unashamed.
You know I'm not
and now what's been lost
Once punk was young and dangerous
But now that's all been taken from us
By an industry a billion dollars strong
That still has
Standing right in the landing site
Popping shots off at anybody rambling by
I'm in the zone, looking for a spot to hide
When I was sniped by a guy
game fool).
Ant Banks at the crack house
Ha ha ha better recognize game when it's in your face bitch).
It's obvious mad cash got me gassed
the security movin toward the middle of the crowd, the only way he'll shut it down is if he has a gun. I ain't tryin to get shot by a damn punk, I'm just tryin
Edmonds!? Goddamn second year resident pissant punk.
WILL
OHMYGOD, STOP!
HELLO NEW YORK!
OLIVIA
IT’S BEEN YOU
BY MY SIDE
A BILLION HANDS
LIFT US HIGH
don't need to discuss how I changed my form
Even though it's kinda sus
But you know, we take the show on tour, like it's BTS
Fight hearts, high speeds,
to be the boss
Hustlin', movin', punks gettin' tossed
Stop, it's cocked move back
Don't make a move or I'll drop you in your tracks
Growin', blowin',
gotta chunk for Christmas
Feel like huck and Jim when
They raft sunk
I’m blacked out like daft punk
if you get lucky you getting Splashed on
Singing sad
On the chessbox
Yo, yeah, yo
I leave the mic in body bags, my rap style has
The force to leave you lost, like the tribe of Shabazz
Murderous material, made by
I ain't got no friends
(take money) yeah, I'ma do this track
West side! (take money) MOB, Bad Boy killers
(take money) Ha ha haha, hey fat boy
(take
[Cocking of a gun, followed by gunshot repeated throughout.]
Bone thugs-n-harmony. I know you niggas been waitin' for this for a
long time. Well, here it
Stupid ho's that I use to fuck around wit'
Way back, see a nigga now and they say that I changed
Put another notch in the game
You watchin'
it, you owe it
It shows you want to be me but won't show it
Ain't nothin' changed but the playas
The game remains the same
I had a ten year run,
acting like the punk ass cops
And swinging off my nuts has gotta stop
Walk around, spreading rumors like ya know
Saying shit you heard me say
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