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(INTRO)
uh, chya, uh, uh
dedicated too, this too
it
(verse 1)
uh, i got a pocket full of
some devil with a pitchfork 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 me bout the glory
put me in a room of people, how the could i be lonely
i only get money, these lables clone me
uh, my get heavy, hit the ground and crack the concrete.
so, i try to keep em' in my
sad to see when everything that you believe is dead
word to heavy d, and rest in to all that come and pass
life is good sometimes, but it just last
a bunch of tracks, you see mic is like my punchin' bag
rock n' roll, drugs and cash, you softer than a bath
sucka ass mothafucka, venom and
doper than the shit that put chris in dead presidents
rhymes, homie, ridin' beats, i'm on a camel
i'm way too hot to handle, life a beach, i brought my
haha, you a war ? i got a lot of ammo
you ain't a soldier cause you cammo
young rambo, million fans though
and i do it big, you a nano
fire on wax, look i rock candles
yeah you got a show, but you ain't on my
hbo b!tch, you gotta pay for that
hahaha, channels free
i'm gunna f-ckin' you
um, shit motherf-cker
yeah, my d!ck
(Verse 2)
hey, ayo, i'm bout to start gambilin' ambien
i'm dutch smokin', a strike
but f-ck bowlin', i tear a pin of maryland
see, i'm american, apparently it's
to be in front of cameras in your underwear marilyn
monroe, look at dumb hoes who want to dough
and come close to have you straight trippin' when you jump
don't rock the love boat, business f-ckin' cut throat
and it's crack is you just paint the wall with one coat
rooms filled with smoke, peep me through the fog
these who be hatin' probably need to get a job
see, me i'm my squad, gettin' money, livin' comfortable
i know a couple hoes who model, but they though
f-ck a toast, is f-ckin' broke, cut ya throat
judgin' me is nothin' dope, boy you under oath
god the world, why did man make the scriptures?
and if he lennon, why'd he go and make a hitler?
i could a photo, but i'd rather paint a picture
of the one lawrence fishburne, shoot up all you hipsters
i'm from pittsburgh, that's and gold
if my skin gets filled up, i'mma tat my
runnin' out of paper, writin' on my
hundred thousand haters bout my jams
want a number one independent i'm your man
i'mma hit and leave you all right where you stand