![]() Or they gon’ for sho blow your clothes half off like a promo code We laugh at ya, staff strapped up on top the totem pole, to blast at ya Trash rappers, ass backwards, tryna go toe to toe I’m sick of this flauntin’, from n!ggas I know for sho’ ain’t got mo’ dough than Cole I’m startin’ to see you n!ggas don’t want it I’m sendin’ a warnin’, a problem with me is like the BET Hip-Hop Awards I ain’t been sleep yet, it’s ten in the mornin’ ![]() Of black corpses in county morgues, Lord, those images hauntin’ My n!ggas shoot first as if they never played the point, more two guardsĪround these parts we pour the brown just to drown these thoughts ![]() Turn up your decibels, peep how I decimate a jointĬheck out my projects like them workers that Section 8 appointsĪnd you’ll see how I flipped, like exclamation points To the left of that decimal, I need seven figures to play the joint My n!ggas pick me up and we gon’ light the city up as if the sun had the night shiftĪnd paint the town red for my n!gga found dead too soon (Bitch I’m back out-) Why do lies sound pleasant but the truth hurtful?īut how long will it take ‘fore you smile? ![]()
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