account ain't hardly empty, so I come through in a Barbie Bentley, but please mamacita, please no envy, (x2) when you come around it reads no entry I am
eyes on me, and if i die, i pray my soul you keep, and i don't want this world to kill me, but i'm getting so weak. I can't take much more, i just want
I probably would get bumped more if I was a gangster But I am a gangsta, call me the gangsta of love!!! I love good music, I love my momma I love myself, I
Wayne Carter I got my shit in order When I say overtime I dont mean to flip quarter Cuz I aint playing games in em And I aint saying names and if I ever
's been tellin' me things that I wanna hear So I hit you on another day, another year maybe I still wanna see you, baby I know, I told a few lies, you
troops I'm more terrified of mosquitoes than I am of the paratroops I'm in the shitbox, reading Alfred Hitchcock Five minutes later I'm bleeding out my
get by Just wanna hold my son [my man] but I can't leave my house until I load my gun I gotta grab my sword and when I die I got some things I wanna ask
I'm high, You think I won't fight shit I'm too tired You can cuss me out I look in your face and pass you by If I was the president I'd make this shit
of the sickest dudes doing rap Chorus (x2) I'm all alone and I don't care I knew it was gonna suck ass when I got here If you'se a gunner you can get
not earth I tell shorty I think I like her Never wife her just one night her I'm bouncing far from a snapper Hate derby but now I'm a rapper Hi kids
afraid to cry Life is hard when you?re afraid to die But when I feel alone, I sing myself a song Because wherever I lay a groove is my home But can
now I'm a fire boy. I'm talkin'i»? fire like rubbin' cauderoy. Oops I mean corduroy, Carter boy, stuntin' like my father, boy, flow like water, boy. Even though I
When its in the palm tho Turn into a john doe I'm pschyo I think bout this shit when I wake up I dont wanna starve kids I want yall to all live SO I'
cause I am a live criminal mastermind When I rhyme, I perfect this, niceness, I'm blessed with Exhale precise shine like cocian white Its the life of Pablo, Escobar niggas I
I ain't mad about the rims I'm mad cause I've blown my high (my high) And then I ask myself, what type of guy am I I got some issues to address, this
But I'm great, up to date and elevate Rhymes I design I write with paper mate I stimulate your thoughts Can't take shorts Won every battle that I ever
I never did represent doing dumb shit Some gangsta lying, I'd rather diss Presidents Dead or alive, bring 'em and I'll swing 'em I vocalize, I just rap, I
