[Verse 1]
I hope you p**y mother f**ers die
Wish d**h upon they soul until they burning in a fire
Illest motherf**er breathing, f** your rhyme or your reason
f**ing over your issues is k**ing a whole n***as season
I made my way, way, I found my road, road
Bar-arada-da, I made my own, ho, eghck
You ain’t ever have sh** local n***a
Woo, how the f** I own you local n***as
I’m a global n***a, sean’s allizay shopper
Looked up to Eric B and dope dealer, chain rockers
Here was you when I was bleeding
Disappointed and battling my demons
Just want to ride Italian leather, acting like you don’t know me
Euro designer palace, f** my b**h on my Sony
And I feel…
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[Hook: Andrea Martin]
And I feel like they want to take my life
Be Careful what you say, be careful what you do
Tell them what they want to hear, but staying from the truth
And I feel like they want to take my life
[Verse 2]
It ain’t enough that I struggle through my career
Less appreciated than when I was part of a pair
Pushed an envelope of truth like I was there
Depiction and the depth was the proff that I was there
It’s no question in my origins
Photo album full of Polaroid’s they’re still pointing in
Couple million records sold, they say I’m still poisoning
Seven different SIM cards, bringing all that mortar in
Brick by brick n***a, all you add is water in
We ain’t got to touch hands n***a, put your order in
I just want to float through clouds with red seams on my towel
No overly gaudy sh**, just diamonds on the dials
Woo, and I’m still buying mo’ guns
Mo’ money, mo’ murder n***a, choose one
[Hook]