Lyrics:
Cause
is hysteric
I admit it never thought he
Lot of bullshit today but it's joy tomorrow
Used to try to pass it by myself with
Think too much
but
to avoid disaster
There's nothin' you can do that's gonna block my punch
I'ma finish this fight by lunch
(With our main man Lloyd)
That's me. The city
the fuck y'all think
Niggas ain't got nuttin' on me
Everybody know that
Niggas run up on a V, everybody gon' clap
And if he ain't what he say
N everybody
(yes)
Now let me do the same as I sign, seal it (yes)
Panoramic ceilings as we drive in it (uh)
Tell by my appearance that we really them members
ass keep going hard
I do this shit for Lloyd nigga
I dropped Lost Mentality 1 then I dropped Lost Mentality 2
Then I'm going me vs me it ain't never
Be prepared
Y'all thought I was scared
What you think about me? guess what? I really don't care
This rap stuff that come around it really is rare
So
Blaze a 50, sit back in the drop top Azure Bentley.
Of course wit me, this chick who'd make Bobby divorce Whitney.
Brazilian candy, from Miami.
sheets
This the best version I seen of me
Candy paint coupe but don't think it's sweet
Y'all better worry 'bout my unreleased
Baby don't wait 'til I'm
Espresso, 2 espresso, give me 3, bitch I'm me
Never give a fuck about what people think
Keep it real, keep it real, need respect and honesty
And I ain't even
myself
I'm gonna do it all by myself
Mozart didn't need a little hack to chart
Warhol didn't need to ask De Kooning about art
Frank Lloyd Wright
Blaze a 50, sit back in the drop top Azure Bentley
Of course with me, this chick'll make Bobby divorce Whitney
Brazilian candy, from Miami
Act like they did something
Ain't never did shit for me
[Lloyd:]
Make way for the rookie of the year
Bout duck-duck-goose off Pimp Juice
Young Buck:
Why?
These Niggas Want Me Dead
D-Tay:
Betta' Watch Yo Step
Young Buck:
Puttin' Prices On My Head
D-Tay:
'cause I Cock My Shit,
Gotta buy it like a lease, think they owners over me “uh uh”
Not controlling what I think “at all” you a king they want you deceased “now”
Your very
or your front door
Don't floss in front of me and always treat me like i'm poor
Put work and focus on my craft finance my rap all by my own
Ain't looking
where I'd be
Dead or in the penetentiary
From shootouts wit my enemy
Squeeze until my clips empty
But would they give sin to me
By the hands that was
Good Lloyd
Why you put them on
Know you wrong
Nahh you’on feel me the bikini bottoms
Hol up
Hol up
Hol up
Damn girl you look good in them bikini
knew he perform and get me
Evicted and do me a porn
I hear this every day, "Banks
Don't treat me like the next bitch
And by the way
How many other girls
your seat, cheers up if you want more again
The happiest days of my life been taken from me
Now I'm just a slave to the mic, wait, hold up
I don't think
crack a smile wit me
Take them trips up outta town wit me
Never question by niggas
Just me and my nigga
That's why ima treat you like you so so special
he do is make me cry and i just want you to hold
me tonight, I wanna come over
(yeah) maybe tonight(yeah)cause I got this crazy feeling
all I think
tellin where I'd be
Dead or in the penetentiary
From shootouts wit my enemy
Squeeze until my clips empty
But would they give sin to me
By the hands
Lloyd Boyd was conspiranoid
Barking chemtrails in the skies
Claiming Bill Gates had put microchips
In all the chicken pot pies
Launching
[Young Buck:]
Why?
These Niggas Want Me Dead
[D-Tay:]
Betta' Watch Yo Step
[Young Buck:]
Puttin' Prices On My Head
[D-Tay:]
'cause I Cock My
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