Lyrics:
hitman I want you dead ya crew dead
If I go in my bag like you did blllllllat!
I'll air this bitch out and
That's on my two kids
Truth is, this not gon' go
(Yeah shoot the rat like bye bye birdie yeah)
Lil nigga don't play with me
You hated now I got your main with me
We is not family, hoe you know you
souls is the real bag
My wife love me, God mo'! That's the real bag
Makin a difference in this world is the real bag
Knowledge is power, read somethin',
on the beat, I'ma let it breathe
This is a marathon, no one ahead of me I'm gettin' bread and that feta cheese
They fiends, they off metamphetamines I just keep
half
Katana to the throat
Or hang by this rope
No medium
Suicidal ideation gonna live for millennium
You see that mother fucker creeping
He walk around
welcome to the mic
A young man with a flow like no other
The man of the hour
YOUNG KELA
Welcome to the show
This ain't a drill
Nah this for real
Let's go
the main topic I'm presenting in this dope verse
Pro treasure Track today
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
Mmm mmm mmm
Mmm mmm mmm
True beauty is with me
True
was rappin, sweet lyrics, I love you, my baby
MJG, what you see, on TV, is fame
But the rapper I let loose almost anything, I love this game
I
fighting with my momma, cause I know life will
Sort itself out when my dreams fulfilled
At least that's how I hope it is for real
I got too many issues in my
your heart is broken then I'm gonna fix it
I met this girl in Yabatech
Told her buss it down but she keep doubting
It's a game of love and I'm not
Bring your girl to my show, give her floor seats
Then she go downtown like she owe me
XO, XO, XO, mix it up, pour it up, take it down slow
This is my
A picture worth a thousand words, watch what you post
Watch how you pose, cops wanna choke
Harass when they approach
The path you choose now is not the one
how to handle all this pain
Baby, I've been too high, baby I've been drugged up
I don't wanna die, baby, I just wanna love ya
All I ever do is mix
"I'm trying, not to lose..."
"I'm trying, not to lose my head..."
"I plan to tell you what it is later"
Bet George and Bootsy, never had funk
Double cup, sipping this Act' though
I got some red and some Wock mix
I been leaning so bad off a light two
Bitch, I can bet you a car
I never sip no
till they love me then they hate me again despite all my wins
Now a nigga knows that the support it's not real &
Niggas be tryna take my spot
Bunch
trust, with evil fraudulent intent
Early mason presidents I know, this what they dreamt
So far there's only been one real president
The one percent is run
you wanna come for more like you shopped (Like forreal,real)
Give you chills make you say burr like you Wop (Come here girl, Burr)
This that L.O.V.E
and twisted, barb wiring rap fiend, never come up short like a hobbit
I'm on cloud 9 you baked, I'm Skyscraper high you fake, this is Luke Skywalker prowess
MF DOOMSDAY, rapping's my true power
Rent is due tomorrow but I do not want to pay
Yesterday love was such an easy game to play
Now I need a place
Niggas gettin' shot tryna find the Lord
This bust down Rollie say the time is yours
I get my grindin' on
Like rude girl in the reggae, it was mayday
That's how it is in the stone jungle
If you known to own a bundle guaranteed nigga gon' mug you
And no one love you when you broke as shit, focus kid
main
$hort Dawg, I don't know why you tryin' to leave this game
State to state, plenty hoes and plenty money to make
Writing raps, makin' more than
Same niggas who do it, same niggas who said I wasn't ready
You niggas is goofy, you claim that it's love, you hate at the same time
I feel like a dog,
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