comes the nigga with the ruff, terror The paranoid, gots to get the boy Get your steel 'cuz I feel like a headbanger Yah, I got a gang of shits Styles guns my
, turn up the microphone So I can ill and break on the rollin' tape Another album to make? Great Islam turn the bass kick up a bit Hype the snare, now I
that I sold out, they can basically suck my Dick, 'cause I really don't give a fuck about that shit, you know But I do what I like and I happen to like
dumb I wear diamonds on my thumbs, Therei??s a diamond on my d*ck so that's a diamond on her tongue, I cani??t feel you baby cuz I romantically numb, Emotionally drained I
it?s coming to Somebody help me look at what I?m going through I need another shot of patron I don?t wanna face the world on my own I got friends that
I feel like a runaway slave Verse 2: I could die before I bring happiness to my momma Die before I make peace with my baby momma Die before I squash all my
I hit a truck I?m so wreckless, my life?s hectic I?m in the spot with my r&b bitch Kelly Rowland, I got her open Got her up my ass, nigga we both in Ain
I?m sick with the pain in my heart I?ve got love in my eye And you?re sucking me dry Ahhhhhhhh I'm stuck in my bed And I?m out of my head With the streets
Yeah I'm back to work man I'ma do this shit til I fall apart [Hook x2] She boomerang, I do my thing, she come back Everytime that bitch say she leaving
then fatigue the enemies Look man, you wanna see me locked up, shot up Moms crouched up over the casket screamin', "Bastard!" Cryin', know my friends is lyin' I
district attorneys concerned with the actions Of one individual he's criminally attached I turned in all my rap chips I'm earning my bachelors While dating all the models and actresses I
, swinging from the ceiling I got a fist full of fifties, tequila just hit me Oh, we got no class, no taste, no shirt, shit faced We got 'em lined up, shot
mean you're alive, Don't worry bout me and who I fire I get what I desire it's my empire And yes I call the shots I am the umpire I sprinkle holy water
I'm good to her I don't need you or your brand new Benz Or your bougie friends I don't need love lookin' like diamonds Lookin' like diamonds I don'
around me And knew I kept the AK displayed around me And I moved out to da eight to find more cheese And I found out Cars make more dan weed I remember
on) I'm on one (Get em on) I'm on one (Get em on) I said I'm on one [Drake] I'm getting so cold I aint work this hard since I was 18 Apologise if I say
This is how it goes down This is how it goes now I'm gonna rage Stay out really late I'm gonna hang with all my friends you hate I may try that threesome
my clusters and my diamonds smiling (Hello) I'm sorry, I failed, only 'cuz the ones I left were so real (Uh huh) For me my doggs will lie, die, shoot