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(INTRO)
uh, chya, uh, uh
dedicated too, this too
it
(verse 1)
uh, i got a pocket of posies
some devil with a pitchfork keep like he know me
i'm psychopathic, low key, my hyperactive dome
get no sleep, ill as fuck, the hospitals seem so
i before an angel as he told me bout the glory
put me in a of people, how the f-ck could i be lonely
i only get money, these tryna clone me
uh, my thoughts get heavy, hit the and crack the concrete.
so, i try to keep em' in my
it's sad to see everything that you believe is dead
word to heavy d, and in peace to all that come and pass
life is good sometimes, but it just doesn't
a bunch of tracks, you see this mic is my punchin' bag
rock n' roll, drugs and cash, you than a bubble bath
sucka ass mothafucka, venom 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, life a beach, i brought my
haha, you want a war ? i got a lot of
you ain't a soldier cause you rockin'
young rambo, hundred fans though
and i do it big, you a ipod
fire on wax, look i rock candles
yeah you got a show, but you ain't on my
that's hbo b!tch, you pay for that
hahaha, your free
i'm f-ckin' kill you
um, imax'n motherf-cker
yeah, my d!ck
(Verse 2)
hey, ayo, i'm to start gambilin' with ambien
i'm dutch smokin', that's a
but f-ck bowlin', i could a pin of maryland
see, i'm american, apparently it's
to be in front of cameras in your with marilyn
monroe, look at dumb hoes who want to dough
and come close to have you trippin' when you jump rope
don't rock the love boat, business f-ckin' cut throat
and it's gunna crack is you just paint the with one coat
rooms filled with blunt smoke, peep me the fog
rappers who be hatin' probably need to get a job
see, me i'm with my squad, money, livin' comfortable
i know a couple who model, but they ugly though
f-ck a toast, y'all is f-ckin' broke, cut ya
judgin' me is dope, boy you lyin' under oath
god made the world, why did man the scriptures?
and if he lennon, why'd he go and make a hitler?
i could take a photo, but i'd paint a picture
of the one lawrence fishburne, we'll up all you hipsters
i'm pittsburgh, that's black and gold
if my skin filled up, i'mma tat my soul
out of paper, writin' on my hand
hundred thousand haters writin' bout my
want a number one album? i'm your man
i'mma hit preme and you all right where you stand