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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 talkin' he know me
i'm psychopathic, low key, my dome 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 could i be lonely
i only get money, these lables tryna me
uh, my get heavy, hit the ground and crack the concrete.
so, i try to keep em' in my
it's sad to see when everything that you is dead
word to d, and rest in peace to all that come and pass
life is good sometimes, but it just last
a bunch of tracks, you see this mic is like my bag
rock n' roll, drugs and cash, you softer a bubble bath
ass mothafucka, muthafucka's venom and
doper than the shit 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 want a war ? i got a lot of
you ain't a soldier cause you cammo
young rambo, hundred fans though
and i do it big, you a nano
fire on wax, look like i 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 f-ckin' kill you
um, imax'n motherf-cker
yeah, my d!ck
(Verse 2)
hey, ayo, i'm bout to start with ambien
i'm smokin', that's a strike
but f-ck bowlin', i could a pin of maryland
see, i'm american, apparently damagin'
to be in of cameras in your underwear with marilyn
monroe, look at dumb who want to much dough
and come close to have you straight trippin' you jump rope
don't rock the love boat, this business cut throat
and it's gunna crack is you just the wall with one coat
rooms filled with blunt smoke, peep me the fog
these rappers who be hatin' probably to get a job
see, me i'm with my squad, money, livin' comfortable
i a couple hoes who model, but they ugly though
f-ck a toast, is f-ckin' broke, cut ya throat
me is nothin' dope, boy you lyin' under oath
god the world, why did man make the scriptures?
and if he created lennon, he go and make a hitler?
i could take a photo, but i'd rather 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
runnin' out of paper, on my hand
hundred haters writin' bout my jams
want a number one independent album? i'm man
i'mma hit preme and leave you all right where you