Lyrics

Where's the confetti Niggas get shot, like they camera ready Like my shooters work at polaroid Niggas got grammy energy, I got source awards Sober thoughts drowning in this liquor, I been sipping on Living on my last breath, chopper still sing like it's labrinth A lab rat? please I'm richer than davenport Where's the holy grail nigga? I fill it with 7 pours of that brown liquor Drink it till my speeches got a slur Man, I see the cracks through the mansion windows Narrow in and see they use their silver spoons for heroin Fuck rock throwing, I'm shooting outside your glass house Squeezing until a nigga fall and pass out please Never took xans, I took senzu beans Cold as ice play tag with my Jesus piece Tell anxiety to suck my dick I went from panic attack to patek Went from plan of attack to a tech nigga I'm 2face Annie, I can wish a nigga well then drop his girl pannies I'm invincible Read the lines they on kindle Got more bars than cell signals Heart ain't empty it's sinful Resentful, cause most of ya'll still hating How When you favourite looking up to me like a nosebleed Nigga please, I was like you Took a L as employee now I'm owner Diamonds colder than the flu season and pneumonia And the mic still bloody nigga this ain't toner When the game need heart, I'm a fucking donor I'm a lynx eyed, ignorant, scared to die, hypocrite Samurai, villainous, danger like some syphilis I know niggas built the pyramids I know shit ain't sweet but some licorice Cause if you think outside the box they might put you in a box Get down They already throwing us rocks I'm the type to catch it, throw it back like a sremm life record Came back like I resurrected The fact of the matter is Fuck all my nemesis and they distant relatives Not playing with you averages It's flattering he think he fuck with jev Hmmm negative Fuck you girl right back to sleep like a sedative The crown on my cranium is decorative Been on your asses for 5 years consecutive The Benz all white like it's gentrified Know you sick inside when you see a nigga thrive SURPRISE Nigga i'ma roll down the window And start shooting everybody at the pity party I got targets on my back Ya'll got V's on your back Ain't scared of you niggas BERNIE MAC
Writer(s): Jephte Kweto, Jacob Bravenec Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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