Ummm, welcome to, the locution. Where fake n***as, you know which n***as I'm talking about right? You claim you done this and that but you just whack. Go ahead with your f**ed rap. I'm just tryna be different, I'm just really tryna be different, that's it
I know, what are you gonna do (and I was always out to get it)
I know, what are you gonna do (Said I was always out to get it)
I know, what are you gonna do (and I was always out to get it)
(Then stay widdit, na na na na)
I know, what are you gonna do, gonna do
Fine margins, divine targets
You try to live it up, the leaf is up, you pray to Adonnis
You pray to tarnish me, but my picture's honest
Unlike the onset of their modest approach to solace and empty pockets
So stop it, I'm losing fondness to the process
Correspond with the devils taunts like they launching
Their new microbes, now I'm growing noxious
For the longest, long necks, now I've got no options
I just k** em all, then it all comes back to haunt ya
Am I lacking pa**ion? Let it all go with the caution
And keep watching, as they peppin' up their conscience
They lose their posture, then lose their mind, it's preposterous
And they keep thoughts of, further murdering me
The tyranny, sprinkle vanity, on these duos, trinity's
Groups, I cook em like soup in the air of my vicinity
Pay pity for some sanity and tithes for some parity