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(INTRO)
uh, chya, uh, uh
dedicated too, dedicated too
it
(verse 1)
uh, i got a full of posies
some devil with a keep talkin' like he know me
i'm psychopathic, low key, my hyperactive dome
get no sleep, ill as fuck, the hospitals seem so
i stood before an angel as he told me the glory
put me in a room of people, how the f-ck i be lonely
i get money, these lables tryna clone me
uh, my get heavy, hit the ground and crack the concrete.
so, i try to em' in my head
it's sad to see when everything that you is dead
word to heavy d, and rest in peace to all come and pass
life is good sometimes, but it just last
a bunch of tracks, you see this mic is my punchin' bag
rock n' roll, and cash, you softer than a bubble bath
sucka ass mothafucka, muthafucka's and
doper than the shit that put chris tucker in presidents
rhymes, homie, ridin' beats, i'm on a camel
i'm way too hot to handle, a beach, i brought my sandals
haha, you want a war ? i got a lot of
you a soldier cause you rockin' cammo
young rambo, hundred million fans
and i do it big, you a ipod
fire on wax, look like i rock
yeah you got a show, but you on my channel
that's hbo b!tch, you pay for that
hahaha, your channels
i'm gunna kill you
um, shit motherf-cker
yeah, my d!ck
(Verse 2)
hey, ayo, i'm bout to gambilin' with ambien
i'm dutch smokin', a strike
but f-ck bowlin', i could tear a pin of
see, i'm american, apparently damagin'
to be in front of cameras in your underwear marilyn
monroe, at dumb hoes who want to much dough
and come close to have you straight when you jump rope
don't rock the love boat, this f-ckin' cut throat
and it's gunna crack is you just paint the wall one coat
rooms filled with smoke, peep me through the fog
these who be hatin' probably need to get a job
see, me i'm my squad, gettin' money, livin' comfortable
i know a couple who model, but they ugly though
f-ck a toast, y'all is broke, cut ya throat
judgin' me is nothin' dope, boy you lyin' oath
god made the world, why did man the scriptures?
and if he lennon, why'd he go and make a hitler?
i could take a photo, but i'd paint a picture
of the one lawrence fishburne, shoot 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 writin' bout my
a number one independent album? i'm your man
i'mma hit preme and leave you all right you stand