Yeah, nigga I'm 'bout to murder this shit, nigga Conway, bitch Who fucking with me, man!? Huh?
I ain't heard one nigga that's fucking with the boy yet I'm the Ferrari Skagietti, you a Corvette See my man shot bleeding on his doorstep Had me running .22 on me like Tony Dorset Nigga, I forever been raw Better than y'all And I'm rapping with a shell in my jaw The doctor said i damaged my nerves its Bal's Palsy They tried to morgue me I just shook the shells off me I told them I'm the Machine thats what they call me Half my face paralyzed Shit record me! (Griselda) Huh? I mean how you gonna ignore me All the bitches applaud me The city should award me Your song need help I would tell you call me But I don't do features with niggas They can't afford me The 2013 Camaro's on Forgies Stack in the stash I ain't sending till I'm forty I go and get em then I send them over Adrian Peterson with a brick I'm Minnesota My money getting long so my women colder Big chain get me wild cat, Villanova Weed from Cali a couple of em melt Pause raps for the H like the buckle in my belt I'm like fuck a nigga help Cause I learned niggas ain't gon' do shit for you Less they getting something for their self. Right? American greed White boy swag American T-shirt with a pair of fatigues A wig shot turn a nigga to a parapleg Or laying dead in the shortcut Buried in leaves Listen, I'm back nigga Its the son of the Son of Sam Mad they ain't put me on the Buffalo Summerjam This for my niggas locked up for the summer jam I mean them techs is good but some will jam Don't compare me to these niggas Im more advanced Money Imma blow tonight in the club That's your advance Don't talk my ears off with your boring plans Robin jeans too long, bum You can't afford the pantsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
