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I'm an
I'm, I'm an

Rumor has it I'm an underground
All I a fuck about is money
And when I got it, I don't a fuck about it
It's outlandish, I for granted what God granted
My countertop granite, my is outstanding
I'm standing inside of it
Feelin' inside out as I pop
myself on TV
In order to get to the TV I had to go through the proper
I don't the flannel, I rock the Air Max, Atmos and camo
They call me the owner, I put Lorenzo's on it
Then go and pick a chick up, bone it and zone her
Soon as I see her wake up, I be her raw
If she a B or an A cup, her fuck in a bra
Let's get it goin', got a in the closet
I'm sure she enjoyin', I verses in return for it
A eulogy is borin', for you to be
I'm a and my circle change more than a European coin
the kill has begun, you realize
I'm the illest, the is Pimp C, and the trillest is Bun
I'm best at gun rap, gun wrap
I put you on my recipe
I put you on the treadmill accessory less like run that, run
nigga, I destroy niggas in general
I deploy niggas to generally niggas' regimes
So has it I'm an underground king

From underground, a number one, I get it
I still be in Civics, one of my bitcHes', I grew witH the clip
And I'm for the stripping, unload 'til I end it
Put ten in a tank, 10 mil' in my bank, I'm more tHan you tHink
Buy a bitcH High Heels, a small purse and a sHank
Some wet naps, a little skirt to tHrough a sHape
I'm in the gun wraps, I say tHem gun raps, I brougHt tHe back
And sHowin' tats
And wHen I wrote tHis Had H capped
You know tHem Hoovers it, 'bout it, I serve bullets
And narcotics, the cops watcHin', still
A gang member, rock, every car on the block
No antennas, just a body, myself and my own
I'm Top Dawg, you cat
Denied a tHrougH a text, I'm a real nigga
Heaven to the lowest of devils
Spit bar for the rebels
My wardrobe to startin' trouble: rags
Bucket Hats, even be my stunt double
My life is either or oxy in my cotton
You lookin' pale and so it's gon' be for the
[?] 45, only 3 options
I'm to none, I shoot 'til I won, gun bigger than Bun
Take more tHan lung, pop, pop, pop
to a Hearse, get a new top dropped, yawk yawk
Murder music, jump out of
Nobody movin' or I on it
Before I get a crown, I on it

An king sippin' my lean
You know I my profit because I triple my beam
You niggas with the topics and all this fussin' and arguin'
it clear to your optics that I would go through a squadron?
Cause I'm as violent and vicious as killin' and Christians
On the eve of a Christmas, say we got sick and
I'm tangled and twisted, this shit was terror-terrific
We killed the hubby and kiddies, murdered the dog and the
And made the maid do the dishes, now she sleep the fishes
Now that sucka dead, I assume my position
In the place, a king, on the throne is I'm sittin'
Yeah, the throne is mailed with the metal microphone
Hey, let the rats and the mice Killer Mike is home
Cause Killer is iller than all the killas know
My past is good, I land a rock at my
Before I go, rest in peace to Dilla
Slum with a mic cord in a slum village on a slum tour
Through every ghetto I the heavy metal
Just in case a is needed when arguments are settled
get rose petals
That's it, finito, no chatter, the matter
I got your bitch, I got some head, she got
Lyrically I'm literally a bad
[?] my technique, and my swag a tad butler,