Prr! i swear i wasn’t made to punch a clock, gettin’ high playin’ love me or love me not
Long clips, holdin’ me around ’cause she can throw the dick
Emotionless, my work the definition a poem is, dismissed distractions pissed from when ’86 look like toni braxton (real real)
The phones reacting wrong, only endin’ the lord of .40’s clappin’, land you chumps, on some stuff to kill and bands still ain’t hard enough
The baddest slump, the worst of the bunch, i feel like jim jones, i’m sippin’ cyanide in the punch, i feel like jim jones
I’m pissy drunk, throwin’ it up (prr!), sad while i’m out of town
Bullets get a n#gg# out the game if he get outta bounds
I pound for pound the best like i’m tyson, spittin’ fire words, trigger tiger bomb while i’m writin’, keep tryin’ light the herb (bet)
Who the f#ck you thought it was?, dialin’ like leatherface, i kill tryin’ to catch a buzz
Playin’ tug o’ war with myself, thrown off who gon’ win, shot it down in this block ain’t heard sh#t now who won’t spin, n#gg#, yeah
Poo poo poo poo poo…!
Fired up emotions released through tiger bone (tiger bone…)
Cockroaches, pissy halls, graffiti walls, i f#ck with n#gg#s that come from them kinda homes! (huh?)
Gettin’ the rawest head, the record scratch you over the cord like they hang you by yo’ neck, and watchin’ history fold, yeah!
My man battled the withdrawals ptsd-ass put his life stains off ’til they piss him off
And those many nights i piss cristal shove ’em sees off three? like chris paul, i only did it before (did it before)!
This remind me of sex with pleasure like i feel it raw, chop the patty in the centerfold, huh, yeah!
To calm me down it’s gon’ take more than what they thought, i’m killin’ ’em soft
I wanted to take many things (what), i’m just not feedin’ the law (not at all!)
Yeah, i put you on that sh#t like the rain in the cross give ’em its light’s head, slide off with the slight breast
She don’t even like men, she use a brown paper bag tryin’ to judge you if you lightskinned! huh?!
Yeah it’s like that, heist like the nice life, you know the vibes!
Free my n#gg#s in the cage eatin’ octopus, puttin’ butter in their waist, live the phrase “crime pays”, feelin’ like sticky on last dayz (ah!)
Ptsd, i just, might dump the safe in palacés, i ain’t smile since mama died, my repertoire sex, money and homicide
Bent black slide ars fly (too too too too too too…!)
Your bloodline not fit for a wise guy, bronx n#gg#, my aura like godfish
Be careful what you wish for, when tuddy’s draw your lips (ha ha!)
Got you gone off hood rich, spit 5k on polo draws, shaheed still runnin’ off!
n#gg# you ain’t one of us, stop simin’ the sl#t time, i need extra hours!
The towers’ what made my city fall, my next sh#t may come in in a uhaul (uh), and sauce, don’t blame it on the alcohol (don’t blame it on it…!)
Might slap the sh#t outchu, got me feelin’ like beat stars to owe me (owe me!)
Leave yo’ body floatin’ in schitt’s creek, you know who it’d be!
Yeah ohh, ahh, you know half is enough, baby, and seek it out
You gotta understand what these n#gg#s all about
You f#ckers on your own bring a (inaudible), blink about, you caught yourself in gold notes or just move now
Don’t overthink your throne, his #ss see ya clown?
Come on, come on, baby, gotta play the plot
You such a go-soft, such you have it now, come on, come on, know you have it now
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