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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 with a pitchfork keep talkin' he know me
i'm psychopathic, low key, my dome piece
get no sleep, ill as fuck, the seem so weak
i stood before an angel as he told me bout the
put me in a room of people, how the f-ck i be lonely
i only get money, these tryna 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 that you believe is
word to heavy d, and rest in peace to all that and pass
life is good sometimes, but it just last
a of tracks, you see this mic is like my punchin' bag
n' roll, drugs and cash, you softer than a bubble bath
sucka ass mothafucka, muthafucka's and
than the shit that put chris tucker in dead presidents
desert rhymes, homie, 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, hundred million fans
and i do it big, you a ipod
fire on wax, look like i rock
yeah you got a show, but you on my channel
that's hbo b!tch, you pay for that
hahaha, your channels
i'm gunna kill you
um, imax'n motherf-cker
yeah, my d!ck
(Verse 2)
hey, ayo, i'm bout to gambilin' with ambien
i'm dutch smokin', that's a
but f-ck bowlin', i tear a pin of maryland
see, i'm american, apparently damagin'
to be in of cameras in your underwear with marilyn
monroe, look at hoes who want to much dough
and come to have you straight trippin' when you jump rope
don't rock the love boat, business f-ckin' cut throat
and it's gunna crack is you just the wall with one coat
rooms filled blunt smoke, peep me through the fog
these who be hatin' probably need to get a job
see, me i'm with my squad, gettin' money, comfortable
i know a couple hoes who model, but they though
f-ck a toast, y'all is f-ckin' broke, cut ya
judgin' me is nothin' dope, boy you 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 paint a picture
of the one lawrence fishburne, shoot up all you hipsters
i'm pittsburgh, that's black and gold
if my skin gets filled up, tat my soul
runnin' out of paper, writin' on my
hundred thousand haters writin' my jams
want a number one independent album? i'm man
i'mma hit and leave you all right where you stand