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K-K-Kato on the track bitch You already know I'm going all in It ain't hard to see this is my calling Let's just be honest, over like the past two years I been running shit but I was only jogging Haters steady dogging, getting information from the blogging Kill the bullshit, you better chalk it, thinking that I lost it I done had my mind on the prize Back when I was sipping water from the faucet (raw shit) I'ma fuck around and have to let it loose I am not the tunnel to be headin' through I'm on another motherfucking pedestal I ain't playing with this rap shit Where he at I'ma split his fucking head in two Your career has been a lie You been copping rentals back at enterprise I ain't never had to go pretend a fly I could pull up on a bitches inside a fucking Toyota Corolla And I'm betting you that she go fucking get inside I ain't even gotta make a sentence rhyme I ain't go pretend this ain't a genocide I ain't go pretend my nuts are minimized I ain't go pretend that I ain't drop knowledge on you back When I was going heavy when the menace eyes Y'all ain't got a business mind, y'all don't see the vision I paved If you go against the grain you're getting penalized So you better pick a side 'fore I have to go and let the missiles fly You know I'm only in it just to get the prize, tell 'em I gotta get it and go Where were you when I was broke? Say what's a snake to a bird Oh yeah that's dinner to go I got no time to be lollygaggin' I'm on a mission to blow You niggas prayed it would never happen I was just hoping you know I don't really need you (I don't, I guess, old pussy ass nigga) I don't really need you (yeah) Nigga I don't really need you (I don't, old pussy ass nigga) I don't really need you (yeah) I don't really need you It's funny how niggas act when you down and out Ay where the fuck were you dog when we were grinding out? Like I ain't the shit oh you just count him out I'm back for revenge I needed time to bounce Back on you niggas like a new ball Middle finger go up to a couple blogs And a couple fuck boys talking dumb shit When they log on they mothers laptop get a spiked bat to your jaw And I don't give a shit if you came directly from God's dick I hope your pilot have a seizure in the cockpit Your plane crash, or a killer hold you hostage Sodomize you with a broom handle or a mop stick I hope they beat you in a mosh pit Bash his fuckin' head with a yard stick Oh this is what you want, you want that dark shit? A life will leave a nigga with his heart ripped Just a while ago it was all smiles A bunch of fake niggas, dog I'm so proud (I'm proud of you man) I seen you on a magazine, oh wow (congratulations) Oh you on Warner nigga you go blow now (yeah) When Hop said nigga fuck Funk Volume Then you chumps stopped callin' And a nigga had to get it on his own And you bitches didn't bother Had to get it from the bottom Where the fuck were you bitch nigga? I gotta get it and go Where were you when I was broke? Say what's a snake to a bird Oh yeah that's dinner to go I got no time to be lollygaggin' I'm on a mission to blow You niggas prayed it would never happen I was just hoping you know I don't really need you (I don't, I guess, old pussy ass nigga) I don't really need you (yeah) Nigga I don't really need you (I don't, old pussy ass nigga) I don't really need you (yeah) I don't really need you Yah, and these bitches actin' funny too I know that money rules The only thing that will comfort you Never trust again, I'll never get that comfortable Ain't no friends in this game, they ain't honorable I juggle chainsaw blades in this carnival Nigga I'm a carnivore, bone collector connoisseur Cutting off your mother fuckin' head with a katana whore I don't really need you (I don't, I guess, old pussy ass nigga) I don't really need you (yeah) Nigga I don't really need you (I don't, old pussy ass nigga) I don't really need you (yeah) I don't really need you
Writer(s): Composer Unknown, Marcus Hopson, Jarren Benton Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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