Lyrics:
me nso me b) to so
M'ani da so, s)) me so
Yabaa ha nky33e nso hype no korso
Keka nkwasiasem sae feeli good
Ye tiri mu sum nti me san suro sum
Meto
them folks'll mute your voice
I just do me ’cause comparison’s
The thief of joy (M-m-m)
Stopped countin' this by hand, I got machines
(Got machines)
Fuck
dishonor
I've been living by a code
It's been extinct to these fake Prima donnas
We piranhas, we survivors
We some unemployed nine to fivers
Tryna
your swag, so they can rehearse you
Switch it up
Yeah
They saying they about to go hit it up
Popping them bottles, can't get enough
Popping them tags,
More they act like they been down with ya struggle
But wasn't down enough, to even share a ounce of ya trouble
When it's money by the pound, don't you
hugging it
I love you enough for two
I think Im pregnant
You and I versus universe
Nothing but the world between
We king and queen
I want to coach our team
Don't need to be no king
I don't even need a queen by my side
I just want to live the good life
And for that
You need to sell your little soul
I'm eye
Where I come from
Ain't nothing new under this here sun
Just be you because that's someone
I'm not a nigga I'm a negus
A king I am one
Please young kids
when your album sales wasn't doing too good
Who's the Doctor they told you to go see
Y'all better listen up closely, all you niggas that said that I
ain't swtchin' the subject
So get a good look at him
That's everything that you wasn't
I be IN-G-L-E, ain't shit ya'll could tell me
Full clips won't buy
beezies
By my side
Cas i make this shit look easy
I'm from the cpt
So, rest in peace eazy
And mac d.r.e
Back to the bay
Briefly
Aye
We get hyphy on the beat
characters over characters
Economic capitalized off of letters
My response is uppercasing the N-I-N-E, backspacing your conscious
Erase potential opulence
Your
They say they ready to die, well they ain't big enough
This rap shit I drop will clear your vision up
To all that hype and your rhymes you're not living
none of y'all good enough for my baby girl
[Chorus 4x]
days! Anyways!
So listen up
I've got the shit that you can't get enough
Come and take a trip and board the
Ship and get your ticket stub
It's hotter than
your buddies laid to rest
Bigger field, greener grass
Good enough to start again
Comeback rainbow lullabies
The saga of what you wanted
A carnyx in
sanders
Put my people on her back I'm evil
Now she blow In me up like c4
That's what the D is 4
Hit her wit the E
And now she wanna F some mo
Ain't been
to the test
Constantly stressed, feel possessed and a man who's obsessed
I'm not good enough, I'm weak
That's what I used to think
Now I kill it all with
ain't put it in the wrong hole
I did this shit on purpose
I really been ballin', we don't post the same
You drinkin' close enough
We don't pour the same
plug Ben Franklin my friend
I trap by myself i ont trap with my friends
I trap by myself i ont trap with my friends
Niggas is bitches they takin offense
me, talkin' like y'all can't be touched
See by the time y'all realized, I be done touched you up
Blazed you up, your whole style, chump nigga, what?
butter makers
That engine sputters while the hound dogs wire cutter mechnical rabbit
Bantam weight puppies ain't rabid enough to snatch him
Pockmark
survive long enough to see Contra's end
Then we got the S.N.E.S. and we got Street Fighter 2
And my girl Chun Li has got a thousand kicks, so tell me what
and the E
So syllable free
Therefore you ain't the King like Coretta
Man, I defeated you with eight letters
So imagine if I formed a sentence
You wouldn't
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