Key: Db major•
Verse 1
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Promise Her on I'll put my fist up
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after I get my dick sucked
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gold chain
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With that fucking flow that s-s-so belittles
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belittles belittles men
and go when I am finished
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Stone cold, hardly fucking with these niggas,
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if not a synonym of menace, then forget it
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In turn, these critics and interns
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admitting the shit spit
It just burn like six furnaces writ it
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It affixed learning them digits,
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myths, myths, isn't he?"
One adolescent,
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energy
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And crawling down fax like a
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rich nigga centipede
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Crack ceramic and slap a hand
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these niggas done let the Kraken out
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crackle, poppin' your ammo off
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Hide your face, and throw your flannels off,
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(Sweatshirt, nigga)
Verse 2
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(Brutus in that booth, double scoop,
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hock vomit up)
(Sub rocking,
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Bruh, I don't fuck with no cop
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(Rolling with that flow swamp)
Catch me over stove top
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(Rapping to that coke rock)
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With them doors wide
Like it's nothing,
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cause it's nothing, bitch
Verse 3
With With stress niggas could flex metal with,
peddle to rake pennies in
Desolate testaments trying
to stay Jekyll-ish
and Brenda just stay pregnant
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ant when the Lakers lose
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heads try to make it through
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eyes that she cater to
Ride dirty as the fucking
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sky that you praying to
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So here I sit, eye in the pyramid
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God spit it like it's truth serum
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Disappear again, reappear bearded
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On top of a lear,
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Provider of the backdrop music
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For the crack rock user
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and the mas cot, Earl
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on the blacktop
Salivary glands,
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who the fuck you badder than?
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lo off the grill and shit
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nimble, rickrolling
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plus plus I pillage shit
Verse 4
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(Brutus in that booth, double scoop,
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hock vomit up)
(Sub rocking,
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Bruh, I don't fuck with no cop
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(Rolling with that flow swamp)
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(Rapping to that coke
(Passionless in old Jive clothing
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With them doors wide
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Like it's nothing, cause it's nothing, bitch
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Quit with all that tough talk,
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bruh, we know you niggas ain't about shit
Bulletproof outfits, weapons concealed
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I'm ready to kill, so test it,
all my weapons is real
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Selling thizz, couldn't tell
him what the recipe is
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of fat bitches after
Shows throwing out sandwiches,
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Live and I live for money, other words,
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Little boy told me when it's time to ride,
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niggas ain't prepared for heat
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Tools hit like pool sticks, the way I cue shit
If this was '88, I would have
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signed to Ruthless
First is when the best go,
hate is what the rest do
Voice inside my head told me,
"Wet 'em if they test you"
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That yomper big as Larry Johnson,
leave your momma seedless
only God they seeing
Kittens soft but in they songs be trapping
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hard as Jeezy, I don't believe it
But to each his own,
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I ain't tripping long as I can reach the chrome
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Heat your home like Southern California Gas,
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with the heat drawn
chief for police armed
north of the Beach
A couple streets past Baby J,
bony niggas spraying Ks
Ruger with the pork face,
Jewish for the court case
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Here to save you niggas from the sorbet,
Coldchain
Verse 6
Like it's nothing, cause it's nothing, bitch
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