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I pray for my enemies I tell the lord to bless the both of us Papa threw the dueces But fuck it i never hold grudges My worst fear is to die broke Life in the jungle Rip the horns off a rhino Music always been a part of us Mama was never hard on us I was always worried when she had to ride the MARTA bus Started drinkin young, cause them koreans never carded us Young and black, but they didnt give a fuck And it was obvious The life of a dope boy is simply captivating To niggas turning master splinter on the affidavit Im jewish with the bread Every dollars calculated These niggas sideways This 9 will get em calibrated Im just a dreamer asking god to shine a little light These niggas soft and theyll prolly die in a pillow fight Im smokin hashis out of a silver pipe I TOLD THAT BITCH TO RUN THE JEWELS WORD TO KILLER MIKE Promethazine and sprite on ice when i aint feeling right I aint concerned about vices bitch im just livin life These hoes gon let us cut just like a kitchen knife Im on that kryptonite I BREAK EM WHEN I FLIP THE DYKES I eat beats and then i spit the bone A pistols chrome Catch me in the oldschool bumpin vic damone Mister benton's home, niggas get to falling back Cash rule everything and nigga i want all of that () Fuck the world, bitch, I want alladat Cash rules, nigga, gimme alladat I ain't playing, I want all of that Kicking down your door, bitch, gimme alladat I want alladat, nigga, gimme alladat I want alladat, nigga, gimme alladat I want alladat, nigga, gimme alladat I want alladat, nigga, gimme alladat Name a nigga in my city that can fuck with me Besides the OG's, y'all pussy niggas is weak Nightmare On Elm Street, put these niggas to sleep Old frog ass nigga, I dare you faggots to leap Lame ass niggas can't walk in these pair of shoes Jump out airplanes and shoot at coupes, while I parachute High as a paratroop, old school like a pair of Troops Rappers wear a suit, cause this bully gon' bury you I'll disable y'all, niggas agitated like the cable off Southern niggas spilling hot sauce on the tablecloth Think the god's soft, then this K about to break them all Pussy ass niggas getting jealous cause we taking off Imma feast, got your bitch cooking quiche Hundred grand at my nigga's grave, may he rest in peace Kick game like a priest, I told you, I'm sucker free Politic with rich Jews, while spilling wine on a fleece Toast to tomorrow I'm sipping wine on a beach I rhyme like a beast, the nine inside the Caprice Garbage ass nigga, your fucking lines is weak And you can lose life if you fuck with mine, capiche? I've been this way, show you how the switch blade, penetrate I fuck hoes, that look like Gabourey Sidibe I stuff bricks in a pillow case and hit your face These narcotics got me feeling, like I sit in space Cash rules everything around me Money over bitches, told these lame ass hoes to get around me Eastide killer, I came from DeKalb county A-Town's royal, you motherfuckers should crown me
Writer(s): Jarren Giovanni Benton, Christopher Ju Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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