Some might act like they're uptight But listen to what they say Wondering what is going on inside of 3000's head Wondering what song made nasty don say hip hop was dead I wish I could use my psychic powers like this Chloe bitch
I'm feeling that production but I ain't finished up the hours I ain't feeling rap for nothing and that's the end of that discussion I'm killing cats for busting A brief moment of silence for my opponents and rivals You niggas are snorted, your rat book is like a novel I find more snow, I ride upon you with goggles And try to keep niggas high with our body, just stay beside of me Gotta leave darling, 'cause something keeps telling me follow me Walk into the light, talk into the mic with caution Flossin', and the darker the night will cost 'em I'm fresh, I'm also rawesome, I'm awesome A pit fight, I'm known to spit fire like ' So is it, hieroglyphic the sickest on the Pacific coast And wouldn't Casual make a terribly terrific ghost Rider for these main streams, spitting their lame swings A deadly infection, same thing as gangrene
Some might act like they're uptight But listen to what they say Wonderwhat is going on inside of 3000's head Wondering what song made nasty don say hip hop was dead I wish I could use my psychic powers like this Chloe bitch
So here's the prognosis, when God closes Your abnormal comedy cat, I'm an anomaly Rappers on to me, some hate it, I'm decorated Educated, plus I lay down the law like the legislator So this your definition of sport? If your boy here was mentioned in the middle of court Would you put a test to it? Like come on, let's do it Then that 10 million soul needs an Aston next to it I'm just cooling, rocking some fresh ruins In a lick of alcohol world classic, no elastic Yep, the brim fitted, kept the rims at it Shouldn't your friends get it, you couldn't contend with it You putting the bare limit if you humbled yourself Now look at you, you looking dumber than yourself In the next ten years I'mma be on more shit And setting up a network like Dionne Warwick
Some might act like they're uptight But listen to what they say Wondering what is going on inside of 3000's head Wonder what song made nasty don say hip hop was dead I wish I could use my psychic powers like this Chloe bitch
Y'all should read the Bible, walk around God created day and night then divided ' And provided them with lawn and food for you to feed on Got a lot of answers to life, my youth, read on Reverted Christian when I call you at the store You slipped an envelope under the bottom of the door You used to blood lost, that's what got them into whores Now fish throwing 'like Sodom and GomorrahTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
