J Dilla
Untitled (prod. j dilla)
They don’t wanna hear this shit
I don’t really give a fuck though
The weight I carry around feel like a truck load
If I walk up into the function and say “what’s up hoe”
You better hide cause you bitches are outta luck bro
I do believe in God, but it’s different cause I fucking hate him
These little bitches signing Hebrew, reading for verbatim
You taking orders from the game and they just causing mayhem
Why you people tryna sit here giving ultimatums
Every day is like a Sunday, and I’m starting not to give a fuck
Your brokеr really trade you in just for a bitch to fuck
And I know it don’t seem difficult to hit you up
But I simply feel a bother so I sit and duck(?)
Nastily, [?] you еnd up fast asleep
Masterly, make you trust me, end up in catastrophe
Actually, in your grave alive so you die naturally
Agony, when I pull up, God it’s just a fallacy
Aye, snatchin’ up your shorty in Mercedes Benz
I’m not the only one, your lady told me she has many men
If she say im cappin’, then just ask about the baby then
Ask about her bodies, she say probably two or maybe ten
I want a good life, that’s what I’m tryna fucking manifest
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He talking shit, this man obsessed
These pussies know that I’m the best
These bitches really can attest
That words from me, are [?]
And the world is gonna end, and your people will cry
And you’ll just look at the sky, just sitting wondering why
You wasted all of your time
You always lazy and eyeing
And you can't seem to accept the fact
That you’re gonna die
It’s a sad case
Why this life go at a fast pace
I just roam the fucking dirt and make a mad face
You motherfuckers always seem to leave a bad taste
Watch yo tone, not in the mood, I had a bad day
Flip the [?] with the paper, it’s full of cat piss
Bitch [?], pussy smoking on molasses
Spin around the [?], I caught you fuckers on an axis
You don’t got the power, need to go right back to practice
Pussy boy be talkin’, I don’t even pay attention
They just run they fucking mouth, always blowing up my mentions, I
Like to [?] building up detention
When there’s fuckers [?]away into suspension
At a red light
Bitch you better keep your fucking head tight
Come here beat my ass, cause that was what you fucking said right
I know if I see you in real life, you gon’ be dead weight
Let’s quit the fucking talking so we can-
And I’m feeling like im ODB, you hoes see me
You bitches got some bony knees, you so easy
I piss upon the Holy See, I’m smoking tree, on the altar
Going against me will leave you slaughtered
Nobody wanna know how Akuma is feelin’
He’s pissed off, hating God, for the cards he been dealen
Cause God don’t give Akuma more time for his healing
Akuma woke up dead, sent shots to the ceiling
Mister microphone checker
Alpha, the Omega
I’m the big steppa’
Put your face right on a sweater
Don’t touch [?] I sock you, I’m a wrecka’
Word to my pops, I’m strong, just like a mecha
Mister microphone checker
Alpha, the Omega
I’m the big steppa’
Put your face right on a sweater
Don’t touch [?] I sock you, I’m a wrecka’
Word to my pops, I’m strong, just like a mecha