IS THIS WHAT YOU WANTED?

Ring chasin, scat racin, don't display patience Cash savin, don't delay greatness

See you exhausted, all your options, so you stay faded X-rated

It would appear that yo bitch here ass naked Pussy wet, I call it saturated, good gracious

Used to pray that I could make it in the good graces

Should maybe pop the fuckin' trunk and have the hood

Hate me, kush stanky, I don't even smoke it, what's the motive? Right, lay my fuckin' head across the stoves

Cause I'm cold at night, know your price, sell your body 12 Gauge shotty, if I know you fight

Overnight, the weapons for defendin, what I know is right whoa as life, family on the H, all I know is spite

Hold it tight, pray the needle break, or the dope is spiked Corbal strike, fear in my veins, all I know is strife

Open mic, feel it in my clutch, trust I'm pullin' up Hoes up, attackin' from above, if I know I'm stuck

Don't let the doubt make you, or the town hate you Let off a couple rounds, Rango I'm pound for pound, hangin' with anyone around

Tangled, that's why the sound mangled, like they grippin' they guts Like sluts, is it slippery or what?

Real gangsta rappers eat the pussy like it's Alfredo

Greatest around, looking down like a trout

Angels can see a halo from a different angle and my chain dangle, not hang, stay away from anything fatal

I know dogs only make it to the table I'm tryna tightrope across the void, but I realize only one cable

And a hundred thou, tryna make it through the channel of the crowd, feel like Chano one mistake, they gon' hate you

Go ahead boy, if you ain't the one, the clippers gon' fade you Under 9000 hours, it takes for a rotation

I done spent five times for that to get in rotation So bitch, put it in rotation

Couldn't duplicate this coat, it's dope, I just made it

Copy that, gone too far when I start questionin

How many noses made it? Them faux lashes is battin' at me, all I know is up, yeah

No big bro, I got it on my own, let the block raise me And maybe that's the disconnect, run the check before somebody ends up missin' next

Cigarettes rollin' in my saturated sadness Tryin' not to throw it all away, I got a problem, void and null

Comin' home only when I had the money to keep the lights on Protocol, pull the calls from your baby's logs, see I do it all

These rings made for lips, miss me, and now you gotta kiss these I paint Sistines, show me your tits please

I mean, can you do a split? All I know is wrong, big body streets swole and strong

Call him off if you don't want this to be your last phone call

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