Lyrics:
need, he got the right price
Y’all out of my league/ I’m stacking paper for my seeds
I Knock on wood cause I aint tryna be daddy yet
I’m tryna be
from Holland Park to Belle Mead
Been rapping 10 years, ain't shit y'all can tell me
Bagged so many dimes I should stop rapping and sell weed
on a blue check
Don’t come talking to me if it ain’t about business
When in the hood I bring with me a couple gremlins
Haven’t been touched yet I’m feeling
talkin')
(Ain't playin with y'all...)
(A raging psychotic, psychopath talkin')
(Ain't playin with y'all...)
A mothafuckin' psycho...I need to be dead
Have, have mercy on me
Have mercy on my soul
Have mercy on me
Have mercy on me
I ain't lost my father yet my mother still breathing
Both sent from
duel (oh)
Leading the stubborn mule to cruel rug burn
But y'all numb from gut fuel
I administer eclipse, there ain't no motor like a martyr-made
And I got me new jewels again
I know my brother gon' walk him down
He ready to go when he geeked off them percocets
How is you down if you ain't catch
Forever ready I am riding for the bando
Forever ready Mention Skizzy you are dying
you was lying on them tracks now your soul flying
Forever in my
Can’t cuddle much
Ain’t ready to die yet
Huddle up,
Throw it back in the pot , watch it double up ,
Will we ever decide
On love or lust
Someone
tracking by tomorrow
From graduation to cartel toyota trappin to a foreign
To be the richest in the end I ain't watching all of y'all
us
That y'all niggas ain't know what we doin' man
Fuck is wrong with you niggas
Damn
What's wrong with you niggas
I gotta be the God o' flows, i'm
been hustling on my block
Nah I ain't talking about slanging dope
I'm slanging that bean pie
Y'all already know where I been at
Riding the metro, with
Yeah
Hah
Yo
Ugh
Yeah
(Verse 1)
He went from a street kid doin regular street things
Straight to a street king
Takin over the city, block by block
tryin' to be neighbors with pro ballplayers I'm talkin' papers
Or keep it realer and see me on a Iron Caterpillar
On point like a killer plus ready
niggas just hit the snooze
But the problem with that is I kept coming back
Now I'm here dismissing you
Y'all wasn't ready
You nervous, you sweating
I'm
just remix y'all shit and get big off it
I'ma just murder every mother fucking beat
While I'm dreaming of gettin' paid in my mother fuckin' sleep
lose dead weight, got a lot to get past
For all that hate, I'm about to get cash
I ain't got a chain yet, you're hearing the same vet
Could say that
with us, run with us. Pac Pac run
with us. Pac and Rip with thug luv.]
They ain't even knowin' what type of niggas we is. Where my thugs at?
Yo
I'mma just rap
That's it
Yo, this the feeing you've been missing
If y'all ain't going to give then I'm stealing 15 minutes
Digging through my
depict just would a saint be
Yet still they try to tear me down, can't even hear them faintly
My slide is always blue, why do people keep trying to paint
or by one two
So how the fucks it gonna be
Am I joining you or you joining me
To get respect stick out your neck
Just hope the knife ain't sharpened yet
Ayo, where the fuck is that blunt at?
Where y'all niggas hoggin' the shit man?
Two pulls of that shit nigga start gettin' paranoid and shh
Get
ease on
And where ya from no ain't shit to me
Bring that ass to the tailor talking shit sent ya ass history
Evident you you weren't meant to be
Jacking
When your in the mood to flow let me know
Cause to me it ain't no thing I'm always ready to go
So I know that you know that I know you gets none
But
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