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(INTRO)
uh, chya, uh, uh
dedicated too, this too
it
(verse 1)
uh, i got a full of posies
devil with a pitchfork keep talkin' like he know me
i'm psychopathic, low key, my hyperactive dome
get no sleep, ill as fuck, the hospitals so weak
i stood before an angel as he me bout 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 thoughts get heavy, hit the and crack the concrete.
so, i try to em' in my head
it's sad to see when everything that you believe is
word to heavy d, and rest in peace to all come and pass
life is good sometimes, but it just doesn't
a bunch of tracks, you see this mic is like my bag
rock n' roll, drugs and cash, you softer than a bath
sucka ass mothafucka, venom and
doper than the shit that put tucker in dead 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 a war ? i got a lot of ammo
you ain't a soldier you rockin' cammo
young rambo, million fans though
and i do it big, you a ipod
fire on wax, like i rock candles
yeah you got a show, but you on my channel
that's hbo b!tch, you gotta pay for
hahaha, channels free
i'm gunna f-ckin' you
um, shit motherf-cker
yeah, my d!ck
(Verse 2)
hey, ayo, i'm bout to start gambilin' with
i'm dutch smokin', a strike
but f-ck bowlin', i tear a pin of maryland
see, i'm american, apparently damagin'
to be in front of in your underwear with marilyn
monroe, at dumb hoes who want to much dough
and come close to have you straight trippin' when you rope
don't rock the love boat, this f-ckin' cut throat
and it's gunna crack is you paint the wall with one coat
rooms filled with smoke, peep me through the fog
these rappers who be hatin' need to get a job
see, me i'm with my squad, gettin' money, livin'
i know a couple who model, but they ugly though
f-ck a toast, is f-ckin' broke, cut ya throat
judgin' me is dope, boy you lyin' under oath
god the world, why did man make the scriptures?
and if he lennon, why'd he go and make a hitler?
i could a photo, but i'd rather paint a picture
of the one lawrence fishburne, we'll shoot up all you
i'm from pittsburgh, that's black and
if my skin gets up, i'mma tat my soul
runnin' out of paper, writin' on my
hundred thousand haters bout my jams
want a number one album? i'm your man
hit preme and leave you all right where you stand