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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 a pitchfork keep talkin' like 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 thoughts get heavy, hit the and crack the concrete.
so, i try to em' in my head
it's sad to see when everything that you believe is
word to heavy d, and rest in to all that come and pass
life is good sometimes, but it doesn't last
a bunch of tracks, you see this mic is like my bag
n' roll, drugs and cash, you softer than a bubble bath
sucka ass mothafucka, venom and
doper than the shit that put chris tucker in dead
rhymes, homie, ridin' beats, i'm on a camel
i'm way too hot to handle, life a beach, i my sandals
haha, you a war ? i got a lot of ammo
you a soldier cause you rockin' cammo
young rambo, hundred million fans
and i do it big, you a ipod
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, 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' with
i'm dutch smokin', that's a
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 you straight trippin' when you jump rope
don't the love boat, this business f-ckin' cut throat
and gunna crack is you just paint the wall with one coat
rooms with blunt smoke, peep me through the fog
these who be hatin' probably need to get a job
see, me i'm with my squad, money, livin' comfortable
i know a couple hoes who model, but ugly though
f-ck a toast, is f-ckin' broke, cut ya throat
judgin' me is dope, boy you lyin' under oath
god the world, why did man make the scriptures?
and if he created lennon, why'd he go and make a
i could take a photo, but i'd rather paint a
of the one fishburne, we'll shoot up all you hipsters
i'm pittsburgh, that's black and gold
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 album? i'm your man
i'mma hit and leave you all right where you stand