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(INTRO)
uh, chya, uh, uh
dedicated too, this too
it
(verse 1)
uh, i got a pocket of posies
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 hospitals seem so
i stood before an angel as he told me the glory
put me in a room of people, how the f-ck i be lonely
i only get money, these lables 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 that you believe is dead
word to heavy d, and in peace to all that come and pass
life is good sometimes, but it just doesn't
a bunch of tracks, you see this mic is like my bag
rock n' roll, drugs and cash, you softer a bubble bath
sucka ass mothafucka, venom and
doper the shit that put chris tucker in dead presidents
desert rhymes, homie, ridin' beats, i'm on a
i'm way too hot to handle, life a beach, i brought my
haha, you a war ? i got a lot of ammo
you ain't a soldier cause you cammo
young rambo, million fans though
and i do it big, you a nano
fire on wax, look like i rock
yeah you got a show, but you ain't on my
that's hbo b!tch, you pay for that
hahaha, your free
i'm gunna f-ckin' you
um, imax'n shit
yeah, my d!ck
(Verse 2)
hey, ayo, i'm bout to start gambilin' with
i'm smokin', that's a strike
but bowlin', i could tear a pin of maryland
see, i'm american, apparently it's
to be in of cameras in your underwear with marilyn
monroe, look at hoes who want to much dough
and come close to have you straight trippin' when you jump
don't rock the love boat, this business cut throat
and it's crack is you just paint the wall with one coat
rooms filled with smoke, peep me through the fog
these rappers who be hatin' probably to get a job
see, me i'm my squad, gettin' money, livin' comfortable
i know a couple hoes who model, but they ugly
f-ck a toast, is f-ckin' broke, cut ya throat
judgin' me is nothin' dope, boy you lyin' oath
god made the world, why did man the scriptures?
and if he created lennon, why'd he go and a hitler?
i could take a photo, but i'd rather 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, on my hand
hundred thousand haters writin' bout my
want a number one independent album? i'm man
i'mma hit and leave you all right where you stand