I ain't lookin' back ni**a
I'm a douchebag to
These p**sy a** niggas
Hammer in my draws
But I nail yo b**ch
Blunts like fingers
I'm bout to make a fist
Everybody die
Gon' bury me alive
Grab life by the horns
Put the bullshit aside
Glock clip full like
The moon in the sky
I'm at the gas station
Adding fuel to the fire
Life ain't sh*t
But b**ches and money
I pass that w**d
Like I studied
Bury me in fire
And watch me phoenix
Highway to Heaven
I'm taking the scenic
You tied to the track of
My train of thoughts
And controlling my thoughts
Is like taming sharks
And these hoes wanna kick it with me
I'm a sensei
And I got fat pockets
You niggas in shape
Tools on deck tattoos on necks
Life is a b**ch I'll make her yo ex
Better turn to God
'Fore I turn to Godzilla
How the f**k you gon' talk sh*t to diarrhea
Muthaf**ka it's on
I'm just rubbing 'em wrong
Put a bug in my ear
But not in my phone
I'll have a broke muthaf**ka run in ya home
For a crumb and a bone
And put one in ya dome
One in ya dome
One in ya dome
One in ya dome
One in ya dome
One in ya dome
One in ya dome
One in ya dome
One in ya dome
Empty stomach full clip
I'm gon' get it gon' get it
Empty stomach full clip
I'm gon' get it gon' get it
My trigger finger itchin'
My trigger finger itchin'
My trigger finger itchin'
My trigger finger itchin'
My trigger finger itchin' ni**a
I don't like to dream
About gettin' paid
You ain't gon' hurt
Nobody like Kid 'n Play
Ain't nun sweet
But the codeine ni**a
Eyes hella red like chlorine ni**a
I was gettin' that p**sy
I was gettin' that money
Long hair don't care
Hacksaw Jim Duggan
Too high to take a breath
Too high to take a step
Two rights don't make a wrong
Three rights make a left
The cops on my dick
The feds on my nerves
I walk it like I talk it
Got legs on my words
If she don't suck dick
I don't give her that dick
Got the world in my hands
I'ma dribble that b**ch
Money is the issue
Full court pressure
I like my blunt Nutty Professor
I'm a straight rider with a getaway driver
Hit you dead on the money
Now you dead on arrival
I don't f**k with these niggas
Too old for new friends
But never too rich for new money
These niggas buying hatorade
By the twelve pack
Like two stomachs
I'm laced up like two shoes
Miss goody
Keep that ratchet ni**a
Trigger finger itchin'
I'll scratch you ni**a
Blow yo f**kin' brains out in traffic ni**a
Got green New Orleans
St Patrick ni**a
One b**ch on the whip
One on the phone
The one on the phone
Is in front of ya home
She 'bout to run in ya home
And put one in ya dome
One in ya dome
One in ya dome
One in ya dome
One in ya dome
One in ya dome
One in ya dome
One in ya dome
One in ya dome
Empty stomach full clip
I'm gon' get it gon' get it
Empty stomach full clip
I'm gon' get it gon' get it
My trigger finger itchin'
My trigger finger itchin'
My trigger finger itchin'
My trigger finger itchin'
My trigger finger itchin' ni**a
Rest in peace to the game
Cause I'm fresh to death
Rest in peace to the game
Tell them kill theyself
Make yo death wish
Cause I'm too fresh
Cause I'm fresh to death
Cause I'm fresh to death
You go broke tryna get fresh like this
Rest in peace to the game
Cause I killed it
I'm fresh to death
I'm fresh to death
What you talkin'
I came out a coffin
I just can't see myself
Living in a house of mirrors
I bought me a double R
Cause I went from rags to riches
And these niggas nag like b**ches
Actin' like little fags like Richard
And all of my b**ches be bad as vision
You got a problem
I can fix it like a mathematician
I ammunition call me ammo for short
Trukfit shirt camo the shorts
Ya girl is a freak ya man is a narc
Put ya son in ya arm or put one in ya dome
One in ya dome
