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(INTRO)
uh, chya, uh, uh
dedicated too, this too
it
(verse 1)
uh, i got a pocket full of
some with 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 as he told 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 thoughts get heavy, hit the and crack the concrete.
so, i try to em' in my head
it's sad to see when everything you believe is dead
word to heavy d, and rest in peace to all that come and
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 than a bath
sucka ass mothafucka, 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 like i candles
yeah you got a show, but you on my channel
that's hbo b!tch, you pay for that
hahaha, channels free
i'm gunna kill you
um, imax'n motherf-cker
yeah, my d!ck
(Verse 2)
hey, ayo, i'm bout to start gambilin' ambien
i'm smokin', that's a strike
but f-ck bowlin', i could a pin of maryland
see, i'm american, it's damagin'
to be in front of in your underwear with marilyn
monroe, look at dumb hoes who want to much
and come close to have you straight trippin' when you jump
rock the love boat, this business f-ckin' cut throat
and it's crack is you just paint the wall with one coat
rooms filled with blunt smoke, me through the fog
these rappers who be hatin' need to get a job
see, me i'm my squad, gettin' money, livin' comfortable
i know a couple hoes who model, but ugly though
a toast, y'all is f-ckin' broke, cut ya throat
judgin' me is nothin' dope, boy you under oath
god made the world, why did man make the
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 gets filled up, i'mma tat my soul
runnin' out of paper, writin' on my
hundred thousand haters writin' bout my
want a number one independent album? i'm man
i'mma hit preme and leave you all where you stand