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Life, Drugs and Rhymes

  1. Ayy, hit me on my burner,
  2. Ayy, hit me on my Tina turner,
  3. I'm fresher than all of you who use autotune, So I stand in solitude against all you dudes,
  4. I'm just in a balling mood, I'm rude, like oil I'm crude, I saw yo mother last night, prolly nude,
  5. My flow so hot, It synonymous like Trivago,
  6. I ain't no Espano, but as far as I know I'm the Diablo,
  7. I'm at your mama crib waitin', I'm the pimp behind the bitch you chasin',
  8. You a snitch in the makin, her booty shakin, my resistance breakin, ayy, come ov' and look at the cake I been bakin,
  9. Your life I'll be takin', Your arms flaling, you just jakin',
  10. Ayo, I pop crystal bottles and make 'em swallow, they atitude,
  11. I roll this joint in sorrow, and spit hot hollow points at all of you,
  12. I'm just too shady, batshit crazy, rhyme like JAY Z, Bitch, you ain't make me,
  13. Lately I ain't been credited for longetivity for keepin up at this level see,
  14. I maybe will bash a baby, I greatly enjoy sedating and smashing a 'date me' lady,
  15. Back from the streets where I smoked some pot, Snortin crack of a bitches ass cause it's a part of a day's plot,
  16. Gettin funky on that ass plus when I'm thirsty I sip the lean, Straight smoke enemies like my good ol' green,
  17. I'm gettin it on in the bando, Opening up her flannel,
  18. Tryna get her?, I'm her man though, she see you she change the channel,
  19. I dismantle, I'm tough as enamel, Somethin' ya'll can't handle,
  20. Get the candle from the mantle, nigga get outta my castle,
  21. We vandals, dangerous straight from apparel, too much scandals, slicin niggaz Adam's apples,
  22. Money, I was chasin it but depends what you make of it,
  23. I'm becoming evil by the second, I'm slowly embracing it,
  24. Bear with me this could take a bit, when I hear you rap I just take a shit,
  25. I don't do relationships, but you're someone I might share some paper with,
  26. These milfs I'm makin itch, I'm gripping and rapin a bitch,
  27. my head achin, antidepresseants takin but my nigga I'mma rap til' I stop spakin' and shit,
  28. Ooh, you ragpickers, get me a new prius every season lil' bitch,
  29. Ooh, me and my nigga, moses and jesus, lil' bitch,
  30. Ooh, pulling the trigger, could prolly write a thesus on people, lil' bitch,
  31. Ooh, looking like a rapper without the sticker, I cause upheaval cause I'm too deceitful, lil' bitch,
  32. Everyday she wake up with a diffrent color make up,
  33. New niggaz daily, always ready for a break up to get her cake up,
  34. It's some work to take up, she hits hearts with tasers, but one day even her mouth'll be taped shut,
  35. The slut'll get her face cut, so she better get her pace up, til' then I give 'em boys some weed, laced up,
  36. I'm a baker like Jack, on crack,
  37. Say hello to my gat, specifically the MAC, it spits slugs through your chest,
  38. Now I'mma be gettin it on with Nat, gettin the ass while you're sat on broken glass, catch this vest,
  39. Now I attack without givin a singular fuck like fuck rap, You must act or take 'em tacks, that's a hole in the check,
  40. SMS fo' the triple X, it's the only time I shoot below the neck,
  41. I'm flowing on you bulls indeed while jugglin' suttin I robbed from a bank, a bag of cash,
  42. My gold glowin', my chain you try to pull while smugglin' some codiene from my tank, you'll get mashed,
  43. I spit a few flows so I could pimp a few hoes, I kick a few bars so I could get some new cars,
  44. I sip on gin and juice in the street, I knock 'em on the chin who think they cool, deadbeat, now you deadmeat
  45. They think they sayin shit, basically they ain't payin' bitch, They amazingly still makin 'em lookin rich,
  46. That's my problem, now this ain't math, I ain't solve 'em or sort 'em, I cold cock 'em or knock 'em,
  47. Windows tinted on my ride when I drive in it, gonna rob a bank and just dive in it,
  48. So I'll be disguised in it, So if anybody indentifies the guy in it,
  49. I'll hide for five minutes, come back and and shoot the eyewitness and the nigga I finess,
  50. Fire at the private eye tryna pry inna my business,
  51. I don't give a shit bout who I blast at,
  52. Son, you in the home of riders and bodybags, where people play catch with automatics and nerve gas,
  53. Masks provided, better hide quick or get wrapped in plastic, toddlers smashed and melted with sulphuric acid,
  54. I go and snatch guns like Biden, you guys in some tight shit so now I beat you with a racket, The jury is officially blasted,
  55. Tasks decided, better ride dick or get trapped in a matrix, mobbers jacked and locked in a casket.
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  57. I got a milli' in the bank, and a milli' in my hand,
  58. Man, yo girl is a groupie tryna get innn, sayin she with the band,
  59. Now she actin outta pocket tryna grab under my pants,
  60. A hunnid bitches in my trailer sayin they ain't got a man, and they all bought some friends,
  61. I keep walkin MC's over, and they grazin like sheep,
  62. Watch my beeper beap, I am a veneral disease, like a menstrual bleed,
  63. Mind full of ink, so I, leak on the sheet,
  64. I am on speed and percocets make me think right,
  65. Amphetamines, yeah nigga that shit make sure blink all night,
  66. Heroin in 10 inch syringes, yeah I was an addict and I was flippin,
  67. Switches and switching bitches, That was the daily,
  68. MDMA got me feeling like a champion, the city never sleeps so I got me an Ambien,
  69. A lot of gin, it was my oxygen, not to mention my anticogulants,
  70. I'm hungry, just blow, or coke or whatever ya wanna call it,
  71. Fentanyl made me think I was balling, Shit shrooms made me think Hogwarts was callin',
  72. Xanax and crack, made me think I was goin' back to where I came from,
  73. Shit we used to scoop up and snort meth by the A4 papers,
  74. Shit I had a lotta morphines, effects never before seen,
  75. Only thing I thought I was high off, were endorphines,
  76. And I could be your teen, I only started at fourteen,
  77. I am drinkin codeine, Actually mixin' it with cough syrup, soda and candy,
  78. Ayy, I'm in the mood for some brandy,
  79. That ass hot like mandy, all up in 'em panties,
  80. Yeah, niggaz I'm comin'(get it?) for your grannies, cause already gotta lot of grammies,
  81. Fucked on her, had to make her swallow a plan B,
  82. Pull up in yo drive, and shoot up your family,
  83. Lil' bitch, I sell internationally, If I ditch the profanity, I'll also pitch and throw my sanity,
  84. I hear the feds comin', I'm frantically tryna think rationally,
  85. I'm rapidly disposin' off the faculty, I'm plaguin 'em like a cavity,
  86. They got a whole academy, takin turns at trying stabbin' me,
  87. I hear a blast, can it be the cavalry, I casually let loose my agony.
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  89. It's a suicide, a suicide,
  90. You do know who am I?, Want drugs, I'll tell you who to find,
  91. You gon' find what I do when I lose my mind,
  92. I'm of the ruthless kind, kick a nigga ass and give him my shoes to shine,
  93. Clueless guys?, we used to crime,
  94. We too used to grind, we two used to swing an Uzi 9,
  95. Your screws and the food is fried, the news is lies,
  96. The free birds too spooked to fly, Nature's rules denied,
  97. I'm too true to lie, Super glue yo fly,
  98. My sales over the roof and sky,
  99. Your groom can't scrutinize, I'm just the devil in a new disguise,
  100. She eatin' my dick in an Uber ride, the youths is gettin euthanized,
  101. Pull up, shoot then drive,
  102. My chair and yo sales, both used to recline,
  103. My blunts Cuban fine, Huge in size, I smoke 'em then snooze til' 9,
  104. We too divine to divide, Hot chicks with the bluest eyes,
  105. Gin and juice, they combine like a suit and tie,
  106. All my cars are computerized, Yo pools is dry, I pack a mac in the school supplies,
  107. Watch where you step at night, Always check left and right,
  108. She say she want the spice, I give you a slow death, never concise,
  109. I shoot you and you roll like dice, I want to scroll some mice, and give you a cold slice to supplice,
  110. It's the sicko on the mic, when my homies see you you better comply,
  111. I'll reach up yo ass and rip the spine, I wear a thong and people say it's a new design,
  112. People tellin' me to be desent, resign, that too lookin' at my recent incline,
  113. So get in line, get behind, watch the sunshine, no not yours, it ain't defined.

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