Lyrics:
the ruthless ego
Bad to the bone with the bad in the bone
You can sleep, skip all roads lead to Rome
I strike right back, I blast boots for the mic check
1,2
nothin
If you ain't inflating my funds what the fuck we discussing
I always keep it two fin ball my nigga a hundred
Yall like it I love it
I get my cake
an fuck the police
My street mentality
Is to live lavishly
Defy gravity
I can't see a nigga havin me
On 4th an 2 I'm the nigga ya give it
So to all y'all niggas that's down with a crew
How does it feel ot be number two?
Kissin another nigga's ass so you can slick sign a autograph
And move
A prisoner in a systematic matrix
We see who eat first watch as the table turn
Experience the best teacher, better live and learn
They said stop chasing
big up and high five me
Forty million one thousand nine hundred and sixty two
I'm irresistible unpredictable and so Is my crew
Never accidental
If not, it gets dropped, I can't hear it (fuck off)
Yeah, two milli by twenty, who can say that? Not many (woo)
Sick and I'm ready, skinny but
you tell me "here we go!"
Can you try to guess who provide the show?
The Vibe for sho, so don't front no mo'
My live's guaranteed, put the price so low
Idk What you love about me
Can u even see yourself without me
Baby can u live live live without me
Gotta Prove your love
Can you live without we
stop
Til my whole click live it up
Stayed down too long
Can't give it up
Other niggas tapped out
I ain't giving up
Tell them sucka niggas hating
They can
phase me
Just another lady
Walked by looking fly
Catch my eye
Now usually I could see two to three to look fine
At a later time neither one is on my
means "victory helper"
Whole name means "protector"
Shorten it by two letters, without the I-R at the end
The reincarnated Gil Scott livin' in
Poppa
Skated through with the Ceasar Picadas
At high school got head by the lockers
Gassed the baddest girl in the class to show me her knockers
Poppa
Skated through with the Ceasar Picadas
At high school got head by the lockers
Gassed the baddest girl in the class to show me her knockers
poison
Like venom from a fucking snake
Tell me now
How does it feel
To be so unloved by those
Who once believed you were real
You've lost every chance
still at UIUC
Surrounded by people who cared for me
Then I moved to Seattle and finally
I feel I'm where I'm meant to be
I've grown so much within
Can I say faggot and still win a Grammy?
Can I rap about Jesus instead of these addys?
Do I have to be like these other satanic artists who have
and
Changin' the culture
The industry wanna stay feedin like vultures
Redeemed by the Father
The artist who made us
But we were too shaded so he made a sculpture
Do the magic like I'm Frankie Luc
If she the baddest Ima need me two
Rep the set yeah you know the crew
Got it camouflaged like a paratroop
Don't do
looking for a crew, it's easy to say who stands out
Hands out, shoulders up is the pose, I suppose
Simple to say that we're different, we can be specific
that dude Cheks raw
Why don't girls fuck around with that crew next door
Same reason we don't fuck with a two-step whore
I bring that pain all day, like
Hot hot
Hot hot
Hot hot
Hot hot
Hot boy, hot boy, take a nigga face off
Hot boy, hot boy, who else wanna face off
Hot boy, hot boy, twelve get shot
the move, I got the homies in the stu
Got some bitches by my crew, I got this ego growing new
On the way to the UK you just wanna move this way
My brown
your crew spends, ain't tightening up our loose ends
Cause for a few bends, you'll lose untrue friends
And fights for a life, facing like two tens
Who
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