Lyrics:
killin it with the multis
And little bit by little bit the old me
The little kid sits in here, he told me
Holy fuck my Magikarp is evolving!
5 year
on my dick
The richest nigga, yeah she on my dick
Baby girl do your thing in your Vera Wang
Ever dealt with a nigga still dealing cocaine
Never made
to a nightmare
Martin Luther the King
Without a queen, nah mean?
By any means, yaddadimean?
In the coupe, my Miss Coretta Scott thing
And I swear I had a dream, I
in my lungs..
Imma pick you a part imma strum (strum strum)—
Got a hold of your mental you dumb (dumb dumb)..
Hand been on top, bitch you know I'm
the way up to the ceilin
Thru the madness I've been livin in my
Chips stacked low thats the hand that ive been given
No tellin tall tales when I speak on my
a know-it-all, I always got the upper hand
And if I listen to you bitches I would still be on the campus
But instead I'm in The Standard, with a girl who got some
crafting patterns by the glow of night
Hold the mic like it's my flotation device
Set sail, butter oven roast Quail
Deglaze that shit, splash of Grand
oh
Get up biker
I put my hand to my chest and made the pledge
Not to ever make another man go down with tears
I put it on my loyalty
I put it on my
His knee on me and i cant breathe
They got me in a chokehold and i cant breathe
I got my hands up and they still shoot me
Im black in a hoodie so he
limited
The infinite, mind, my third eye, watches the ember lit
Burn by like fireplaces in december dens
A nice guy, but on the mic I like to sever heads
So
we get finer with time
Diamond in the rough I can shine in the mind
But I grind all the time so I shine in the line
Pick a Scott like wine, we get
And it'll be a long time, before
You ever see me again, me again
They want me, hold my head in shame
So I hold 'em on, holding hands in vain
Covers
the maddest, I'm Gone With the Wind
Because it is, survival of the fittest
When the shit hits the fan I got my shank in my hand
Black man with the permanent
Keep you by my side all the time like we Siamese
You some good fortune take you out get some Chinese
And you graceful do your thang with the ease
Got
that she was born a man
And torn between
A spawn of hands that grabs his ass
And passes him by
So what
What is her life worth
What is an ass whooping
just might be in your hood
Causin' havoc with my bros, and instill all to the good
Horse and carriage when I roll, it's sober hopin' so it's 'stood
I'm
Rhett Link
Cause I'm so unusual told I'm unique
With legends hidden in my temple till sold no free speech
But my freedom to press records...well press
wild, in the thick of silence
I miss the times where my grin was wider than the valley
I was living life in
I feel enticed to feel like a child again
With
your thing
I said put your hands in the motherfucking air, where?
Put your hands in the motherfucking air
I know you like hoes yes I know you got
and my pappy
Live life happy and I'm still nappy
Nigga, legal money, no feds tryna trap me
If you ever been broke put your hands up
You been broke put
my ma' and my pappy
Live life happy and I'm still nappy
Nigga, legal money, no feds tryna trap me
If you ever been broke put your hands up
You
you do it, wear a diaper when you shit in the bed
Next time you do it, wear a condom during sex with your friends
(SCOTT)
We can't be friends
When this
We the reason the hearse just left your hood and holdin' up traffic
Let the riddles do the scrappin', keep the gun in my fabric
Better pistol than
mess witchu if you moving at green
So don't fuck with me or you gon catch a beam
This the album of my name it talk my character
I put my heart in my girl
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