Real gs move in silence like lasagna.
Guns turn you boys into pussies, sex change
"I call them april babies cause they fools"
Before you judge me... I plead guilty
Love or hate me, I stay hate free They say we learn from mistakes, well, that's why they mistake me
Throw dirt on my name, and I still come out clean
Her life is deep, but I still dig her
I can mingle with the stars and throw a party on Mars I am a prisoner, locked up behind Xanax bars
Life is a beach, and these hoes try'na lay out
One finger up, and I'm out Cause you ain't even worth two
Throw dirt on me, and grow a wild flower
I smoke till I got chest pains
And my girl actin like a brat So when she call, I don't answer - I just write her back
Get my kush in California, Get my dro from Arizona
Murder shoots, I give your ass good seats
I'm the lyrical vendor, hip-hop is my shop
Fresh off campus is the Birdman JR
Rain on my head, call that brainstorming.
I got ice in my veins Blood in my eyes/Hate in my heart Love in my mind
If I die today, it'd be a holiday
And that vest won't help, cuz I'm aimin' at yo scalp
I lay down so hard, I got bed rash
Im straight... But my girl a faggot... Potato on the barrel... Potato salad
I ain't thinking of tomorrow, tomorrow thinks of me like a garcia, bulk of money on tha counter, I told her, baby I see you as my cashier
I got these haters like, When he gon' stop? Maybe a minute after never, start ya clocks.
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