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(INTRO)
uh, chya, uh, uh
dedicated too, dedicated too
it
(verse 1)
uh, i got a pocket full of
some devil with a keep talkin' like he know me
i'm psychopathic, low key, my hyperactive piece
get no sleep, ill as fuck, the hospitals seem so
i stood before an angel as he me bout the glory
put me in a room of people, how the f-ck 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 when that you believe is dead
word to heavy d, and rest in peace to all that and pass
is good sometimes, but it just doesn't last
a of tracks, you see this mic is like my punchin' bag
rock n' roll, and cash, you softer than a bubble bath
ass mothafucka, muthafucka's venom and
doper than the that put chris tucker 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 a soldier cause you rockin' cammo
young rambo, million fans though
and i do it big, you a nano
fire on wax, look i rock candles
you got a show, but you ain't on my channel
that's hbo b!tch, you pay for that
hahaha, your free
i'm gunna kill you
um, imax'n shit
yeah, my d!ck
(Verse 2)
hey, ayo, i'm bout to start with ambien
i'm dutch smokin', that's a
but f-ck bowlin', i could tear a pin of
see, i'm american, it's damagin'
to be in front of cameras in your underwear with
monroe, look at dumb who want to much dough
and come close to have you trippin' when you jump rope
don't rock the love boat, this business cut throat
and it's gunna crack is you paint the wall with one coat
rooms filled with smoke, peep 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 who model, but they 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 take a photo, but i'd paint a picture
of the one lawrence fishburne, shoot up all you hipsters
i'm from pittsburgh, black and gold
if my skin gets up, i'mma tat my soul
runnin' out of paper, writin' on my
hundred thousand writin' bout my jams
a number one independent album? i'm your man
i'mma hit preme and leave you all right you stand