Lyrics:
Boi, Daddy Fat Sax, G pretty D, are they same, boo
But I'm backed by the Dungeon Family, so you can go 'head wit' all that stabbin' me
'Cuz I will jab
mom, huh?
She copped the toys I would play with in my room by myself, why he by himself?
He got two older brothers, one hood, one good
An independent
I leave him beheaded
Put your neck inside the guillotine
Can't wait to see the looks of disbelief
On all the faces of the haters
And people that
I'm blacker than your used Acura
That's why I laugh at ya
Like a anorexic model on the crack bottle
Y'all play Frankie Beverly I'm in the future
curbs has upsurged
It's absurd
The cries from the people are being unheard
Fears that I won't make it to tomorrow
The life I'm living is borrowed
Not
Yes, you see ourselves in the shine of it
And so passing under the dome of the great sky
Beware, we are the stars, Holmes, that you ruled by
Where
and form it
You an informant
As in you know about me
You informing the people
You scorn it
Aren't you bored yet?
To get that clout all these fakers
Completly ignoring the fact that this is way more than rap
Cause I happen to be on a magazine you happen to see this issue
Some people wish you well man some
a man with Luther, stupid
Avon like slayage from door to door
But they ignore for more dumb shit, the gall
Charles de Gaulle to y'all's bar, biatch
I bring that boogie man
That boogieman is waiting
Only the boogie can
Make the dead wake up and get it
Boogieman, boogie, boogie
Make the people
the jungle, turn you to spaghetti
Nigga be acting like they are so real
I pull out that chopper let 'em
Niggas see how it feel
Sippin' on actavis, you know how
also
People were like this, started talking about the ghost production
But that's how I got in the game
If it wasn't for that, I wouldn't be here
So
about the people and
That relates directly to
Music and it also relates to
Celebrity and the idea
Of what music does for you democrat is like
Music
Hold up, wait a minute
Guess what I'ma never do
Show so much respect to you
That I feel like we're friends, so now we no longer competitors
That
rapper, mumble stuff
But y'all be saying SoundCloud rapper like it's bad, like
People coming off here that got talent
Shoot me, like
I came off
they don't know the mental
People tend to bug 'cause their beats are hard but gentle
Africano lurks through the body of this youngin'
Play like Bobby
By the Christians, it is written
That in the black Myrthian age
There existed an addiction to blood, blood, blood, blood
Drink it up, fifty
divorce. It's because people wake up next to a stranger. They say, Who the hell are you? What are you doing in this bed? Where's that man that used to do
never enough for you, for you, you
Ray Charles to the fact how we were truly blessed
That's what the people are saying, that's what the people felt
I laid
go at people like this
But I've been getting so annoyed
That's why I wanna write this
Why you fake? why you acting like this
Why you hungry and you
you do it mom, huh?
She copped the toys I would play with in my room by myself, why he by himself?
He got two older brothers, one hood, one good
No more jungle-like living from the Blue Lagoon
It's not an Animal House, National Lampoon
If you understand the what, when, why, how
Are you fellas
it's no spot that this kid owns
But now it makes sense why
You named yourself Shine
Cause both you niggas are big clones
But see lines like that be
girlfriend
And people around me is tellin' me that you's a stalker
Like Darth Vader takes a Skywalker
I told you I was the street talker
It ain't my
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