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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 an angel as he told me bout the glory
put me in a room of people, how the could i be lonely
i get money, these lables tryna clone me
uh, my thoughts get heavy, hit the ground and the concrete.
so, i try to em' in my head
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 sometimes, but it just doesn't last
a of tracks, you see this mic is like my punchin' bag
rock n' roll, drugs and cash, you softer than a bubble
sucka ass mothafucka, muthafucka's and
doper the shit 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 my sandals
haha, you a war ? i got a lot of ammo
you ain't a cause you rockin' cammo
young rambo, million fans though
and i do it big, you a ipod
on wax, look like i rock candles
yeah you got a show, but you ain't on my
that's hbo b!tch, you pay for that
hahaha, your channels
i'm gunna f-ckin' you
um, imax'n shit
yeah, my d!ck
(Verse 2)
hey, ayo, i'm bout to gambilin' with ambien
i'm dutch smokin', that's a
but bowlin', i could tear a pin of maryland
see, i'm american, it's damagin'
to be in front of cameras in your with marilyn
monroe, at dumb hoes who want to much dough
and come close to have you straight trippin' you jump rope
don't rock the love boat, this business f-ckin' cut
and it's gunna is you just paint the wall with one coat
rooms filled blunt 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, 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 created lennon, why'd he go and a hitler?
i take a photo, but i'd rather paint a picture
of the one fishburne, we'll shoot up all you hipsters
i'm pittsburgh, that's black and gold
if my skin gets filled up, i'mma tat my
runnin' out of paper, writin' on my
thousand haters writin' bout my jams
want a number one independent album? i'm man
i'mma hit preme and leave you all right you stand