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Man these mother fuckers can't be serious Talking all that shit, man just want to I, I want to pull up and go Pushing on my buttons homie back the fuck up I want to get a gun yeah strap the fuck up Put a couple holes in your cap and your guts Leave you in a fucking coffin dirt nap with the bugs I ain't fearing any mutha fucker looking for beef Got a problem slit my throat create a victim of the street "Riddles why would you say that?" My life don't mean shit to me Plus life insurance pays my momma fifty G's It only costs a fucking stack to turn me into ashes Next one to pass a hollow threat, gets his ass kicked Tired of the competition coming to us crooked Imma sign artists to Death Row like Suge did Yeah, and I ain't talking bout a record label Never betray my brother we ain't Kane and Abel Higher Power coming real like Insane Poetry Looking for respect from us then bring it how its supposed to be I became a monster didn't treat me proper Face me you don't want to, no medic no doctor I became a monster didn't treat me proper Face me you don't want to, your heart will be stopped bruh Hey man you got weed? You can't be serious Want do a favor bro? You can't be serious You know I got your back dude You cant be serious Coming to us wrong boy we can't take you serious Hey man you got weed? You can't be serious Want do a favor bro? You can't be serious You know I got your back dude You cant be serious Coming to us wrong boy we can't take you serious Yeah, started off as a fan But then he wanted to get into the game Just cause you mentioned my name Don't mean we been through the flames And my homies can see your awkwardness Mixed with a bunch of salty shit to me is really cowardice If I were you I would just Get gone before your mouth gets split The heat here can get hotter than a pot grits Knock it off my na that shit is goofy as fuck to me That ain't man shit that's just the opposite I saw through you and acknowledged it Thought about the politics But to me you're just a pile of shit I'll admit, you got some talent but your ego is unwarranted You stay stuck while I'm moving like a foreign whip You make me feel like I done scorned a chick Harder than some morning dick I'm asking was you born bitch See my origin is of a different cloth I advance to the future you got caught drifting off I became a monster didn't treat me proper Face me you don't want to, no medic no doctor I became a monster didn't treat me proper Face me you don't want to, your heart will be stopped bruh Hey man you got weed? You can't be serious Want do a favor bro? You can't be serious You know I got your back dude You cant be serious Coming to us wrong boy we can't take you serious Hey man you got weed? You can't be serious Want do a favor bro? You can't be serious You know I got your back dude You cant be serious Coming to us wrong boy we can't take you serious I'm one way, get your shit blocked if you pump fake Batteries are sold separately for the gun play Shooting out the lights that used to guide you down the run way Your home turf is tilted came to bless the gods on Sundays That's why they looking at me some ways The monster's out I'm pulling from my mouth to let the tongue drape Around your neck I'm coming at you wicked I don't sun bathe I'm up with the moonlight and down when the sun breaks They can try to front and shake me off I'll push your front back, bitches love it when I say it raw Got that D like Baltimore 2000 Fahrenheit or more Your chances are better to pimp out princes' mansion with some purple on You can't be serious with your Urkel songs And tight clothes with the light flows Imma expose and burn em all When my ex posts, I turn her off With my next flow Imma turn her on Need Geico when I flex flows Insurance for these fucking thoughts I became a monster didn't treat me proper Face me you don't want to, no medic no doctor I became a monster didn't treat me proper Face me you don't want to, your heart will be stopped bruh Hey man you got weed? You can't be serious Want do a favor bro? You can't be serious You know I got your back dude You cant be serious Coming to us wrong boy we can't take you serious Hey man you got weed? You can't be serious Want do a favor bro? You can't be serious You know I got your back dude You cant be serious Coming to us wrong boy we can't take you serious
Writer(s): William Pinter Iii Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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