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I my lyrics on parking tickets and summons to the court
I scribbled on an application for county support
I practice like a sport, met Donald Trump and he froze up
Standing on his Bentley yelling, "Pimps down, up"

Some tryin' to off break her ass a clump off
We gon' stop the world and make motherfuckers jump off
is my resume slash resignation
A ransom with proposed legislation

A fevered ultimatum you take it verbatim
'Cause I got two bangin' and you don't wanna date em'
Flyin' kites for my folks at home who takin' tokes
We payin' rent on shit they even spoused to own

through my verse, agitatin' when ya curse
It's a motherfuckers just waitin' on the first
Anticipatin' on the worst, weightin' up ya purse
Shook the job down at noon and don't disperse

They wouldn't pay ya ass as far as can throw you
They you punkin' but they don't know you
Dissin' operata, play with twelve shot birettas
Buy the Burger King workers and we slappin' on ya

Wrote that in the of those apartments
A coupon agricultural departments
When we put the X-O, we can let the threats go
And start shit, it's the manifesto

That's what I'm about
me scream and shout
East, West, North, and
Gonna turn this out
Hey, hey

what I'm talking about
Make me and shout
East, West, North, and
Gonna turn party out
Hey, hey

Call me 'cause of my legs but my ass don't sing
Got a house arrest but it don't bling bling
The homie a cell but that shit don't ring
But at lights out bars and souls get stang

Now it's the hustlin' sound, trick where they muscle around
ya thoughts heavy, drop a joint and make the ground crack
Even historians have found that
The people only bounce back when pound back

So I take out a spray can and the pavement
gravements of a sufferin' nation
The are flagrant and that's the fragrance
I overheard them askin' for patients

So check the liner notes, I steal my finer
For d-boys tryin' to them Gucci's and designer boats
And party liner jokes and all kinds of folks who all of broke
But twenties cause they feel like a lot of smoke

The we got lifted by made our feet dangle
So when I say burn one I mean the
Let's all get high from the angle
Bump this at the party even if it ain't the

Here's a slum serenade, on razor and grenades
By nannies and who be polishin' the suede
You could let the seas but let's make the sets grow
Into with the ghetto manifesto

what I'm talking about
Make me and shout
East, West, North, and
Gonna this party out
Hey, hey

That's what I'm about
Make me and shout
East, West, North, and
Gonna turn party out
Hey, hey