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(INTRO)
uh, chya, uh, uh
dedicated too, this too
it
(verse 1)
uh, i got a pocket of posies
some with a pitchfork keep talkin' like he know me
i'm psychopathic, low key, my hyperactive piece
get no sleep, ill as fuck, the seem so weak
i stood before an angel as he me bout the glory
put me in a room of people, how the could i be lonely
i only get money, these tryna 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 everything you believe is dead
to heavy d, and rest in peace to all that come and pass
life is good sometimes, but it doesn't last
a bunch of tracks, you see this mic is my punchin' bag
rock n' roll, drugs and cash, you softer than a bubble
sucka ass mothafucka, muthafucka's and
doper than the shit that put chris tucker in dead
rhymes, homie, ridin' 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 soldier cause you rockin'
rambo, hundred million fans though
and i do it big, you a nano
fire on wax, look i rock candles
you got a show, but you ain't on my channel
that's hbo b!tch, you gotta pay for
hahaha, your channels
i'm f-ckin' kill you
um, imax'n shit
yeah, my d!ck
(Verse 2)
hey, ayo, i'm to start gambilin' with ambien
i'm dutch smokin', a strike
but f-ck bowlin', i could a pin of maryland
see, i'm american, apparently it's
to be in front of cameras in your with marilyn
monroe, look at dumb hoes who want to dough
and come close to have you straight trippin' when you jump
don't rock the love boat, business f-ckin' cut throat
and gunna crack is you just paint the wall with one coat
rooms filled with blunt smoke, peep me the fog
rappers who be hatin' probably need to get a job
see, me i'm with my squad, gettin' money, livin'
i a couple hoes who model, but they ugly though
f-ck a toast, y'all is f-ckin' broke, cut ya
me is nothin' dope, boy you lyin' 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, we'll up all you hipsters
i'm pittsburgh, that's black and gold
if my skin gets filled up, tat my soul
out of paper, writin' on my hand
hundred thousand haters bout my jams
want a number one album? i'm your man
i'mma hit and leave you all right where you stand