Livin life like this
Gotta paint a picture when I write like this>>>>
Gotta eat em up for dinner when I bite like this
Alabama gotta k**a on the mic like this uuuh
In the south, everybody tryna make it out
No doubt but nobody gonna make it out
Not that fact that opportunity won't take em out
They don't wanna leave the hood tryna be a boss
Catch a buzz in the city and they f** it up
Big head now they really think they blowin up
Local joker but nobody really know ya
Pinocchio roller coasting the motion but you ain't open
To the fact you a lame to the fact it's a shame.....
That the game make em change for some fame
In my lane in my lane I'm a king im a king
Guillotining motherf**ers if you f**ing with my dream
Im leaning to menace the things that I mention
Relating to lyrics ya know that I k** it
Don't care bout the way that feeling
Will not be a slave to the rhythm
Beheading the best of the best
And I'm putting a hole in ya chest
I confess I confess I am not like the rest
They put out that bullsh** and I don't mess with that
It's a fact it's a fact that sh** wack that sh** wack
808s and some hats, and some p**y and tats
Ima take away that, ima give em this crack
Have em feenin for that (Hip Hop)
I'm just tryna be me with a couple of commas up under my belt
You reaching for bars I'm reaching for stars up over that shelf
Ima do what I gotta I don't need nobody I don't need no help
Cuz when it's my time I'm not thankin nobody but God and myself
(Pac Interlude)
Living life like this
Gotta make a living living life like this....
Tryna fight the feeling on the mic like this >>>>
Independent backpacking on the mic like this >>>
Staying up for hours tryna come with some lyrics
So motherf**ers will listen knowing they will never get it.....
Knowing they'll never get it...
Knowing they'll never get it...
Strapped up every night I gotta pull out the pen
Every time I put it back I gotta pull it again
For the clip I having guessing bout the room that I'm in
Kick a door and let that trigger bust again and again
Again and again, til that f**er stop (let it breathe)
"Unload and Reload, co*k it back and proceed"
"Go for the neck if it crack, let it bleed"
"Making ya presence a gift for a king" >>>>>>
Sacrificing these n***as......
I'm in the Trilluminati......
I got it all through my body
Im in all white like I'm Gotti
I'm standing on top of that mountain
I know the reason I got it
Will not let a broke n***a stop it
I do what I do cuz I'm bout it
Get down or lay down
Running up a check
Gotta do it big
Since I was a Jit
Can't forget
Every since I could I remember I been running up a lick
Like a brick, got it fixed
Got it running up they neck
Got it lit, for a jit
Got em looking for the sh**
That I mix in a bit
Break it down for a hit
Let it sit get a bid
Cash out get rich
Runnin up a band lil b**h!