Every day is the same
Yeah! Don’t like the f#ckin’ pets, neva plan to tame
That album was dope but this is a whole new ball game
I really gonna say that I don’t give a f#ck if they consider my sh#t is lame
It’z perfect day to make the real hit ’bout street
No one is able to spoil my mood
You’d better look at yo’ self, ‘cuz my bullet in yo’ #ss is not good
Get back home, neva watch the TV
What the f#ck they show? Nuthin’ but some sh#t near the sea
Am not a g but in my hood I’m actually OG
Dat means it will be bettеr fo’ yo’ health if you neva deal with mе
Lotta girls want you to get the car
To drop ’em off straight at the bar – I call ’em ‘sl#ts’
Real men just throw dat sh#t in the air, ‘cuz they are from the hood rat n live in the f#ckin’ huts
You can expand yo’ hole much bigger, ‘cuz I start to shoot the damn pucks
Actually in yo’ fat #ss
It’z time to say, we are ready to get a mess
{Chorus} 2x
Fo’ sho’ do it only properly
Modern #ssh#l#s make the sh#t just to get the dough, it’z actually sloppily
f#ck the fame but make the track by track
We don’t worry if dat won’t be too phat
I’m between the lights, killin something well
Chillin with my bro
Cool, we hate the drama
Fame n#gg#s with the dirt swag
Can’t you see comings with things “nice”?
Dawg pour me ‘agne!
Movin around the streets
With same cars, ‘clothes and pants’
I’m not here to praise, lookin on my face
Covered with faith, n#gg#s got the racist
We got some phrase not the same pase
Man f#ck the fame, we don’t give a sh#t
I gotta leave your #ss, I’m on my way to blow
Daddy is ready to get a mess
b#tch let em snatch your #ss
Look at this b#tch, look at this n#gg#s leanin on me
I’m ready to get the f#ckin throne n#gg#
Hey, eNtears, tell me (whassup)
What the f#ck the purpose to make the modern shit? (just to kick in doors)
Yeah, fo’ sho, after all this sh#t they get some remorse
‘Cuz stepped to the real men
We hit ’em off so hard to the head
I assure they will actually regret
But the time fo’ their asses is out n nuthin’ can be done ’bout that
Ya lyin’ n see that real men come
Look under the pillow but don’t find any firearm
They beat yo’ #ss up with a lash
Hopefully, you got some time to stash
Yo’ precious sh#t which is key of the dirty-cheap
Where’s the dough, muthaf#cka?
Appeal to yo’ ho’, she has to move the lip
Really don’t give a damn if they don’t like my sh#t
I will anyway drop tha real dope hit by hit
Wanna make us get harassed?
Supposin’ it will be so cruel to yo’ fat #ss
Dat you won’t even be able to move 1 meter on the west
I don’t really want to tatoo anythang but 4 Aces will be so good on my chest
Just throw yo’ f#ckin’ opinions away, ‘cuz we are ready to get a mess
{Chorus} 2x
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