Love for me
I speak what i see
Cause Trademarc is a clingy chick's nightmare
Then spendin the money, like we don't care
FUCK a major label...eat a dick
Sick, dick about nine inch thick
Some of them probably
Poppin' bottles of the bubbly
Unravelling codes at the speed of light
We gon' start this shit off right, right
I got a computer at home that's mean
Word up, I love you, queen
Who's going chicken huntin
We gon get the cuttin
Rememberin what should of never been disrespected
I'm astrally projected, dirеcted and injected
Sit down, sit down for a minutе
Show yall what some real gangstas is at
Bullets penetratin', I still roll on a Dayton
Motherfuckers been hatin' you ready to dance with Satan
There's no complaints, ladies know that I'm good
Making too much paper, so I'm misunderstood
When my gauge is firing
It's not worth dying
I go to work
You fucking jerk
I've got to live kid
Here's an example of what smotherin did
In a world full of Bombing Whores
So many wars, settlin' scores
I swig my forty til it's empty
One Jew is one Jew too many
Alertin' the service bringin marines with kerosene flasks
I'm from the hood of AK's and ski masks
From friends or relationships, I traveled up north
I was vexed, semi-depressed, thinkin' on things not worth
Big, fat Nigel works as a florist
Late night rapes, bodies found in the forest
Mic Check, ha ha ha ha
We at the bar, we at the car
Boom bap underground when will you learn
Respect that's somethin that you got to earn
It's the town of the dank point
We still precise, pin-point ya joint
Told me always on the day sun rest
In comes your lover with a hairy chest
You can find us in the club getting rowdy
So I can be richer than Master P sellin 'Ghetto D'
Cats ask about my stitch, to me they soundin bitch
Always into something cause I wanna be rich
Got to get through the day
And I'll be flying away
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