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I tried to tell these pussy niggas I ain't the one for the
.40 cal hit ya face and take ya out the frame
Riding in my homie Honda, feeling a big dog
Smoked out to the max, tell me can you see me the fog
I be blowing them trees, I be smoking on that
My style is just sporadic, and my is kinda tricky
Wanted by everyone, cops and bitches
Injecting realness to the game it's sounding too diluted
You ain't nothing 'til you something, then every bitch gonna a piece
But money over bitches, how we do it in the east
Now, as we ride
Step to me with some bullshit, it will be a
I rise or fall, I think the answer is obvious
Stronger than a locomotive, bitch it no stopping this
I have to brag and tell you I'm the best
Guns open up your flesh like a key to a treasure
No mercy we ride, no mercy when I bomb
J Lethal's time to shine, and bitch I'm going in
And I will not relent, I'm about to kill this beat with a murderous
What you saying, you saying, I will turn you to a memory
White widow kush, 'em pour up the Hennessy
And witness me it to another level
Niggas live in houses yet they still throwing pebbles
I be sticking to my script, to memorize my lines
a diamond in a mine, you know I gotta shine
The is the beast, I'ma let it run free
In a Tropicana looking like some Hi-C
I'm ill, I'm sick a yeast infection
Any rapper wanna go point 'em in my
Got a appetite, that's why I'm eating up the game
Switching swags clothes, I know I know no shame
Jumping in and out of like I'm on a trampoline
I be sipping on that syrup make my body lean
Two twin cups, two blunts
Two twin and I'm about to get 'em drunk
You how I party, I be smoking on that skunk
Any nigga blow my high, he be riding in the trunk
I am fear-l-e-s-s, to put it mildly, I'm blessed not
And I plan to my life, proceed progress
I'm a workaholic, I don't need no rest
And I am the
You can try as you might, ain't no rid of me
I suck a pussy, fuck a pussy, leave a dry
I'm a 'cause I make the money multiply
Am I sane or insane, or so insane I'm
You need to elevate ya style 'cause you sounding plain
I'm a Eastside native, and I stay
Told my bitch to give me and she left my dick abrasive
Yeah, she clean it all off, have a feeling good
Roll my blunt, count my like a real bitch should
My words get poetic Langston Hughes
I'm electric on the scene, but I got a fuse
I'ma tear the roof off like we a tornado
Any boy looking stupid, his brains on the table
The story of my would be money, money, money
So don't call Jay ya got some for me, biatch