Lyrics:
Mr cell Block, Mr dead Eye like
Rydas' the gang and all
You motherfuckers know me
Lil Shank! One of the illest killers
Cap peeler, blood spiller,
uterus
Sexing in the Ascamartin, when wifey comes home
Get the dough and I'm departing
I wanna see if you can make me scream I hate ya
Give me back shots
[Intro - Lil Shade and Mr. Chris]
Say it brah
In this game called life
It's choices (choices), decisions, and consequences
I decided to change my
That's just who I am lil bitch
That's just who I am
I do my lil dance I'll do it again
I ain't leave it to chance, I walk out that bitch and I'm doing her
work It's time for you to re-up
That nigga so scary, He see me he freeze up
Shit is not hittin', tell Ben turn the beat up
They can't beat me 1-on-1
the yay'
Federalies can't harm me
Black-ass army in armani
And they still
Can't see me
Cause I'm - paper down
Fiends to keep happy
Never - fuckin frown
Mr
love
Everything that I see draws me
Though it's only in You that I can truly see
That it's a feast for the eyes, a low blow to purpose
And I
on Mr. T, pussy you don't wanna be
And my mama told me, baby be, who you wanna be
But the way I'm living I know she don't really wanna see
Trick
a freak
Blatt, blatt, blatt swag, who you really wanna be
Yeah, you not better than me, FNJAY , envy me
What is your motive? Uh yeah, I got more motion
Aye zone three
Now I remember back then
A lot of you boys ain't count me in
But I did myself tho
They like who that is just walked in
Mr zone three
dances
Pass me a bottle, Mr. Jones
Believe in me
Help me believe in anything
'Cause I wanna be someone who believes
Yeah
Mr. Jones and me
Tell
Popeye wanna pop at the elegant
Hi! I'm Mr. Reviewer
If I don't like it, then you need a tutor
You listen to me otherwise you're a loser
The artists you
lectar
If you ain't real can't stand in my sector
Can't take a joke get sprayed by the heckler
See a bad B on site I detect her
She a lil honey imma taste
am the one with the greatest heart
(the greatest what?)
everywhere I go, no matter who show,
(don't try me)
I'm mr. smalls
Give me some more
I ain't
when you surrounded by demons (Lord)
I watched so many people leave, I see them change by the season, that's mama's seasonin'
God got you, the devil's
these fake-ass niggas who you are
I be that nigga named Luda
Alert! alert! it's the ATLien intruder
College Park waterboy, spit in the c-cooler
I
the bosses
You a snake lil slime
You might catch a toe tag
I'm a problem with the bitches
I don't really take no losses
And they brothers wanna kill me cause
Drake
But still I'm dodging the fakes, keep the grass low hard to see snakes
Yeah, yeah, aye
Gotta keep the grass low for all the snakes
Me and G.N.D we
there
Sicilian bitch with long hair with coke in her derriere
Like smoke in the thinnest air
I open the Lamborghini, hopin' them crackers see me
Like,
wife at the club
That Jesus He be showing me love
They said I wasn't gon' make it Kirk
I know how that sound
It's only by His grace I can say 'look
when you surrounded by demons (Lord)
I watched so many people leave, I see them change by the season, that's mama's seasonin'
God got you, the devil's
me a bottle, Mr. Jones
Believe in me
Help me believe in anything
'Cause I wanna be someone who believes
Yeah
Mr. Jones and me
Tell each other fairy
love
Everything that I see draws me
Though it's only in You that I can truly see
That it's a feast for the eyes, a low blow to purpose
And I
(yeah)
Bring his head and i'll frame that
They don't wanna see me on a big stage
But i'm globe touring off my mixtape
But fuck that lemme just talk how i
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