Lyrics:
my country and the hurt
My eyes bleed, I see Aaron Steed, the Haitian Pope
Figure or Dundee, the original Malcom X
Swing like the ki's, so should I
homies a Whether B
Fred Dogg S P double E D Y cause that's my type of guy
DeWalt Evans and BigJ Ski into the muthafuckin job done by my boy Joe
B
Seaten
I never park
cnd bitch I get to stepping quick like Tony Stark
I might surprise you with a hammer
Chris Evans arc and you should
Hideout
I run this
the fuck is wrong with you? (dumb it down)
How can I get on a song with you? (dumb it down)
Look b, here's my main, my two-way
Uh, what should I, ah,
can't fuck with
So remember I go hardcore, and slam
'Nough respect like a sensei, whoop ass like Van Damme
So any nigga that claim they bossin'
Why
can't fuck with
So remember I go hardcore, and slam
'Nough respect like a sensei, whoop ass like Van Damme
So any nigga that claim they bossin'
Why
somethin' that I'm takin' to the grave
Motherfuckers' jeans is too tight to be fuckin' with dog
So stop fuckin' with me 'cause I ain't fuckin' with y'all
I
rhymes rock and roll right through this place
I never fade away for forfeit or fess
And my beat is a beat bound to be best
Clowns craze and chase me 'cause
Everythang was blue Same color sky
But since I been redeemed I'm a different guy
I'm no longer bound by them devilish lies
He opened up my eyes
Made me realize
Money, why they check for me?
Mummy lost respect for me
I wish that we could be together but that ain't how life works
I used to cry about my dad until
merely
Freak by choice, not force, I would never be
Charged with a rape, if she say no, I'ma let her be
Why should I let that worry me?
Too many
homies a Whether be
Fred Dogg S P double E D why cause that's my type of guy
DeWalt Evans and BigJ Ski into the muthafuckin job done by my boy Joe be
being followed by the hogs
One time's on my motherfuckin' line
Why the fuck the swine had to get behind a nigga like me
They must think it's a G
girlfriend
She said she just wanna do the thang with me
And who am I to tell that girl no when this world is
so cold, why should I be
Shit
And she don't even
Same fuck niggas with they hand out
Same stacks on, bring the bands out
Nigga should be workin on they money skeme
Back to the convers, kill em with one
Yall talking murder but when you pull there ain’t no blood bath
You should Not be dirty in (vain ) vein blood take a bath
One man million
I ball no
open mind but I'm G
Been this way since a seed fuck you mean
What you here to do
What you here to be
Do you know your truth
Do you got a dream
Do you
a boy-girl revolution of which you should be aware
You can't dis me, it ain't worth it, B
You put yourself down and you don't even see
'Cause I don't play
this money, like some real G's should
And we ain't knocking nobody's hustle, why plex man
You only hate on yourself, when you hating on the next man
You
I'mma keep it O-G, and pull out the slab
So I can sit on buck, and have some wood grain to grab
Last but not least, before I pull out on the scene
You
the plug and I make it drain
Until I feel like flowing and filling it up again
Westside
You be putting me to sleep
(Dumb it down)
That's why you ain't
to take me down
You might be Goliath but I'm David
And I think we both know who will hit the ground
In a field of withered roses
Covered in dust from what
a nigga speak on gettin' money
Ain't nothin' funny, green got a nigga seein' things
Why? Hit the lye, hope to God I can fly
Lethal weapon, I'm a savage,
I'm on some king shit
I'm like yeah
Call me K I N G
I keep this up and sure enough
They say I might be
I'm like yeah
You better stay on your feet
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