Lyrics:
if she's hurt, you're all dead I don't care
This nigga's gone mad
Fam ain't nobody scared
Hear what I'm sayin', where's my 100 bands g
It's all
rat, wanting it back, like rabbit
Like dang-nabbit, I was tackled by a fraction
Of what I've felt, so I walk on and number up all my arms,
Yeah. cnd do
said they had an informant
I'm back in this caged up cell
With the apes in jail, now I'm back in this eight by twelve
See I tried to live right
But
street fam, twitter team
Like you could fuck with me
Oh did it seem, Dr King and Def Jam ain't the only ones with a dream
I'm a grown ass man, this
street fam, twitter team
Like you could fuck with me
Oh did it seem, Dr King and Def Jam ain't the only ones with a dream
I'm a grown ass man, this
ain't playing fair
Drive by walk down up the murder rate
I ain't going back to jail Ima do the race
Nigga say he want smoke well it's in the air
Niggas
Everybody know when you play Mario go-karts
You don't play one race
Coming on this tour
I didn't know what to expect
It's crazy, it kinda
I think it kinda
ain't often that you see this many niggas that be
Wait hold on
Playing offense, on the fence when it's sloppy
What if I told you i'm fallin' in love?
with letting go, meant to blow
I can't compromise it for some decimals
Let you know, they ain't for you even if they said you bro
With a higher power,
[Lil Wayne talking]
Fuck with me, you know what it is
[Hook 2x]
I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head
The heater burner bruisa is on my hip this
down
It's no questioning the shit
Most high
I'm the representative
No lie
When I get this risen
I be in a dimension
Y'all never get to live
No drive
plus (yeah)
Gratitude is a must, yeah
Me see blessings fall by mi right hand
Buss a toast fi di friends weh tek off heavy load
One time did sit down
best crew Ooo
No I’m not in love girl I just met you Ooo
But I might say stupid shit just to impress you Mm
Then we fall out
Maybe we can fall out
Made
Totally psychic, open your mind quick as the vibe kicks
Moederfok it, I skeem this vibe's rou'
Jislaaik yo
Yo yo yo yo check out this hype flow
I go by
ain't know if I'd see daddy no more
By the time I was seven, we all moved out to the city
Southside, Minneap-, you know these trenches is gritty
Only
I aint worried bout the riches of this world, it’s just a rental
Oh you’re working for a king, aint that coincidental
Boy you know my God the truth,
Hold it down like a carter, live long like a godfather
Kick Volvo's, fuck tight hoes
Live a life many kill and fight for
And campaign in this rap game,
head up and stick yo chest out
And if you heavy off in this game then get yo vest out
I hit the scene like po-po's
In the four door chevrolet, we gas
it!)
Samhain, roll out the carpet!
(Carpet!)
No we ain't larping
And ya better run
Cause you the target
Night falls on All Hallows' eve (eve)
Kids
don't blame em'
Ion' really blame em', cause when you this high, it feel like you levitating
Ain't no southpaw, but I'm coming from the left
Ima' hit em'
Where is my boy?
I saw you come out of a scene
Maybe in some kind of dream
Something that never comes
Time that I take...
See over in arms I'll
gonna make it a good show, you dig that
This goin' make a hell of a movie huh!
[Chorus]
My life, your entertainment
You watch it while I live it
have to get the mercury out of the old thermometer
They have through the north-facing doors to the left
By the shoe-shine boys in the lobby
have to get the mercury out of the old thermometer
They have through the north-facing doors to the left
By the shoe-shine boys in the lobby
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