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(INTRO)
uh, chya, uh, uh
dedicated too, dedicated too
it
(verse 1)
uh, i got a full of posies
some devil a pitchfork keep talkin' like he know me
i'm psychopathic, low key, my hyperactive piece
get no sleep, ill as fuck, the seem so weak
i stood before an angel as he told me bout the
put me in a room of people, how the f-ck could i be
i only get money, these tryna clone me
uh, my get heavy, hit the ground and crack the concrete.
so, i try to em' in my head
it's sad to see when everything that you believe is
word to heavy d, and rest in peace to all that come and
life is sometimes, but it just doesn't last
a bunch of tracks, you see mic is like my punchin' bag
n' roll, drugs and cash, you softer than a bubble bath
sucka ass mothafucka, muthafucka's and
doper the shit that put chris tucker in dead presidents
desert rhymes, homie, ridin' beats, i'm on a
i'm way too hot to handle, a beach, i brought my sandals
haha, you want a war ? i got a lot of
you a soldier cause you rockin' cammo
young rambo, million fans though
and i do it big, you a ipod
fire on wax, look i rock candles
you got a show, but you ain't on my channel
that's hbo b!tch, you gotta pay for
hahaha, your channels
i'm gunna f-ckin' you
um, shit motherf-cker
yeah, my d!ck
(Verse 2)
hey, ayo, i'm to start gambilin' with ambien
i'm smokin', that's a strike
but f-ck bowlin', i could tear a pin of
see, i'm american, it's damagin'
to be in front of cameras in underwear with marilyn
monroe, look at hoes who want to much dough
and come close to have you straight trippin' when you jump
don't the love boat, this business f-ckin' cut throat
and it's gunna crack is you just the wall with one coat
rooms filled with blunt smoke, me through the fog
these rappers who be hatin' probably to get a job
see, me i'm with my squad, gettin' money, livin'
i know a couple hoes who model, but ugly though
f-ck a toast, y'all is f-ckin' broke, cut ya
judgin' me is nothin' dope, boy you lyin' under
god made the world, why did man the scriptures?
and if he created lennon, why'd he go and make a
i could a photo, but i'd rather paint a picture
of the one fishburne, we'll shoot up all you hipsters
i'm from pittsburgh, that's black and
if my skin gets up, i'mma tat my soul
out of paper, writin' on my hand
hundred thousand haters bout my jams
want a number one album? i'm your man
i'mma hit preme and leave you all right you stand