Shit, I was just talking 'bout Just, that grind, the trenches, just You know what I'm sayin', just all that I mean, you-you don't get the vibe of it
Feels good to get this shit out the mud, nigga Made it from hard times, it's still love for the slums, nigga We rob niggas just because, nigga And I'll serve you anything, but nothing less than a dub, nigga And how it feel to be a dub, nigga? I'm tryna be a better man but nothin' less than a thug, nigga I kill shit, just check my background (Bah) This murder gang shit my campground Check my résumé and ask 'round (Yeah) We just simply never back down (Nah) I caught a charge, now I'm back out I bet this carbon blow his back out Gettin' money, that's a fact now (Merlyn) Bitches, they don't know how to act now (Merlyn)
Gon' pull up polite, but the flow not nice (You know) Watch for your wifе, I'ma take her out your life (You know) Shе wet my white tee, now it's like a wet wipe (Wet it) Respect my Tribe, I'm a dawg like Phife (Get it?) You love me like a check but my name not Nike (Get it?) Bitch, my number not a lottery I'm like, don't even talk to me (Stop) Honestly, wouldn't fly a Melbourne to the Sydney (Go Merlyn, Go Merlyn) All of these bars bought chains, prison industries (Go Merlyn, Go Merlyn, Go Merlyn) America, get my people fired, then get me shot for free (Go Merlyn, Go Merlyn) While I watch Washington's wooden teeth in her booty cheeks Kings of last century, was livin' like peasantry I don't even like sleep, time is the only luxury
Surrender, fuck you 'til you're out I'ma ship it laminated, got this shit straight off the lot We ain't really no A-List, got the neighbors going crazy, it's me, Bari, and Flexy I can see through your bullshit, like your face was made of plexi' (Haha) I can fuck around and get this soundin' like I'm wildin', mane Only crybaby is the one inside the bucket man You, I'm the bogeyman, you, never sleep again Nightmares, it's fright-filled the moment Freddy tuck you in Stack my money higher than the foam atop a tidal wave Lonely like the point guard at the key, gotta isolate Light it up, light it up, we bring the light show Who the hell invited all they friends? Fuck if I know (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
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