Lyrics

(Oh, my God Al-Doms, this shit is crazy) It's apparent niggas think we eye to eye and I should be embarrassed Breathing in my presence is a right that you should cherish Audacity of niggas makes me smile, they so hilarious I pray that they ain't sparin' us I wanna meet 'em Shut the fuck up bitch and listen to me when I'm speaking now I know you seen me starving and just hate a nigga eating now A long time coming like a nun whenever Jesus 'round God bless a sinner this is gospel for the heathens now Had to hustle my weight, to double my plate No foot on the brakes (stunt) Hoes don't play in my face they play with my dick, I never chase one Riots, let's create some Enemy of the state when you a black man with a wave, huh? That motion make 'em hate This here ain't no goofy street shit nIggas say but they never seen What they make up in mass-scara, they could sponsor Maybelline My name is pure, my record clean, the fame just comes with the regime Until my profit's paid in full I'ma keep calculating schemes All that down talk can't phase us I made a vow that I would never change Unless we talking about location I just hopped off another plane This Virginia nigga out in Flatbush learning patois from your main You ain't no big dog, you a stain Don't give me backtalk find your lane, bitch It's apparent, niggas think we eye to eye and I should be embarrassed Breathing in my presence is a right that you should cherish Audacity of niggas makes me smile, they so hilarious I pray that they ain't sparin' us I wanna meet 'em
Writer(s): Bijan Amirkhani, Jordan Alan Dominic Smith, Ben Bradley Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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