Knox Fortune - Performance Art Freestyle lyrics

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Knox Fortune - Performance Art Freestyle lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, ok Take 2, yeah [Verse 1: Joey Purp] Save Money Army, Navy f**ing military man I swear these n***as scary They be talking like they with it when they sweet, Ben and Jerry I'm with my dog, veterinary, man He take the charge, ain't never scary and He got that Nick, Cannon on him and he let it sing Mariah Carey man I'm not a human man we not the same I been a Martian-man we not related I pull up on n***as, man stay on your lane That's not a car man this sh** is a spaceship I shoot at his lace n***a runnin' in place Shoot at his crew make them run to the bank Tell all the tellers to run to the safe and they give it all up Man ain't nothing to say Goddamn, you know where I stay Chiraq my n***a where no one is safe Kids k**ing n***as got 30 banana clips Shoot at the handlebars nowhere to play Hit his lace up, make it harder to walk Hit his whip up, make it hard to pull off Doc saved his life when they wired his jaw When the boys brought him in it was harder to talk Damn, are you not entertained? Ain't this the sh** that you want me to say? Ain't this the sh** that you wanted to hear? Ain't this the way that you want us to play? Damn, do you not understand? Losing right now man is out of the plans I had my n***as pull up in that van Honestly n***a it's out of my hands Yeah, we the hottest, been the hottest And we still the hottest give 'em what they want The pistol and the violence Money and the d** n***as all wildin' Kids k**ing kids, we all live in fear Judge bang the gavel, give him hundred years CEO done yelled out a number, visitation time come your baby momma here Momma come to see you, boy forgot about you Gave your dawg the plug, he f**ed up the real (?) Now you got no commissary money, or no lawyer money You was in the spot that everybody wanted Now you in a jam and everybody frontin' ?? she ain't waiting no mo' Got a new man she ain't patient no mo' Shawty hung himself, he couldn't take it no more Damn, that sh** tragic, yeah that sh** cray That sh** happens, man that's that day Rap music crack music really no difference n***a be rich as the label he pimping They got your soul you got 30 inch spinners I know we sinnin' but Father forgive us Purple