Lirik

Yeah They like They always got somethin' to say, like the people that just don't know They don't like MO3 You don't like Osama 3 Laden Hold on, wait up, what you talkin' 'bout? Like, ayy Them niggas always got somethin' goin', what you mean? Like them the same people Like nah, nigga I'm MO-motherfuckin'-3, I be tryna chill, like I'm, I'm Osama 3 Laden, niggas know what's up with me, nigga That's on gang Heard that they got in they head that they know what the fuck is up (What?) MO3, you gotta tell 'em (Yeah) But you do it better The heavenly melody that I use make 'em feel it through they sweater But tell 'em I never wan' let up, I just caught a body (Osama) Yeah, I know I'm the devil Bro, you gotta chill, I got us out the hood Wait, MO3, I'm your monster, now take this Beretta 'Cause any nigga that be ready to get it, I'm ready to hit 'em Yeah, they really be trippin', I'm finna pull out this chopper (Yeah) Hit like the Holocaust, flip 'em and knock 'em off 3, is you slidin'? I don't got no option 'Cause we the same, well, look, there they go Do you got that 30? Just go when I'm comin' Osama, you got me? Look, 3, I'm a monster When this shit get ugly, bitch, I'ma keep dumpin' Set it off like the Ruckers, late night, I'm conniving and clutching K double, they gon' lay in puddles Osama, you speedin'? Yeah, I know what I did But I'm mad 'cause these bitch niggas blamed it on Bubble Glock on me, I'm thuggin' Take that to the grave, on my youngin Look over me, 3 made a promise When he went to jail visitation, he looked at his mama And told her that he gon' stay positive (Yeah) Boy, what you mean? Bitch, that's my mama too But look, Osama, you the reason it's drama (For real) Yeah, 3, I know But still the same reason that they won't come play again, I put 'em under (Woo) You just keep rappin', I'ma keep spinnin' (Yeah) You got a future, he got three kids (Okay) Ayy, who that is? Oh, that's lil' Marcus (What?) Well, tell him don't speak on the shit that we did (Nah) 3, who that is? Oh, that's Osama He got no chill, he too for real 3, you gotta chill, I know, but I can't 'Cause Osama keep sayin' somebody gettin' killed (Yeah) 3, where he at? He sittin' right here Put him on the phone, ayy, bro, what's the deal? (Hello?) Look, I'm just the messenger, oh, this the devil? Tell him I met him way back in '06 (Yeah) Some people like me Some say they hate me (For real) Some say I'm a nobody Others say I'm famous (On gang) I'm just tryna feed my kids, make sure that I raise 'em (On gang) I looked at myself and told myself, "Nigga, you made it" This is both of me, they gettin' both of me (On gang) Heard that they want smoke with me, well, ain't no ho in 3 (For real) This is both of me, they gettin' both of me (On gang) No, it ain't no joke with me, it ain't no ho in 3 I see you, 3, you shinin' (Oh, yeah?) Osama, what you on? (I'm talkin' 'bout that chain) Oh, you bust down that Rollie in your mouth? Yeah, I can't cap, bitch, I done changed the game Yeah, you did, came a long way from the Krook and sellin' dope out on Forest Lane 3, them people love you (Haha, yeah, they do, right?) And them hoes go crazy when you sing (Yeah) But Osama, they love you too 3, no, they don't, bitch, they don't feel my pain (Nah) They don't know how my friends done backstabbed me Drug me through the mud, dirt on my name And the hoes that I loved did me dirty I'm broke, so bitch, I'm back jackin' And Facebook say I'm a ho But I slang iron like my dead granddaddy And 3, you got it good See, all this hate done turned me to a savage Hate they do you wrong 'cause you cool Be at them schools makin' them kids happy You fed the homeless, went and gave bikes to all them kids who didn't have it And what'd they do? They screenshot you Talked about your clothes and kept laughin' Radio won't play your song, ain't that a shame? And you just keep askin' Hundred million views on YouTube And you pack out them shows, I'm statin' facts They say you a bad person They say you hothead, but never seened in action So if it's you, well, then it's me 'Cause bitch, we us, so we gon' keep mashin' Some people like me Some say they hate me (For real) Some say I'm a nobody Others say I'm famous (On gang) I'm just tryna feed my kids, make sure that I raise 'em (On gang) I looked at myself and told myself, "Nigga, you made it" This is both of me, they gettin' both of me (On gang) Heard that they want smoke with me, well, ain't no ho in 3 (For real) This is both of me, they gettin' both of me (On gang) No, it ain't no joke with me, it ain't no ho in 3 Yes, yam, he do it again That me boy MO3 Me a top shotta, me a rude boy, me a bombaclaat, top shot Bambata, don dada My boy did it again Booyah Bombaclaat fuckers and suckers, gang
Writer(s): Melvin A Noble, Robert Earl Iii Stovall Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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