their suffering. Blood on your plate is an act of cruelty, It's time to set the animals free. You don't need that shit! Tradition and industry walk side
don't you Hey dad how come we don't rap on proto Smash these vocals and do a performance But we in the van and he in a tour bus You don't want my autograph
that we gonna start this They say I’m gangsta, but I ain’t satisfied with my life All that money, cars, clother ain’t classified with my life You
it down for each other We don't waste time we get it done Why not, Why would'nt we, you know That what goes down you know You draw yours, I draw mine
shit motherfuckin blarin It ain't loud enough man Oh these muh'fuckers think I'm gon' play with 'em Oh I ain't gon' play wit'cha - I ain't gon play wit
on them walkie talkies Pop that trunk Pass that dutch Let’s get crunk Baby don’t play dumb Baby don’t say none It’s on me Louie 13 and the Cris on me
25th Jolly ol' St. Nicholas take a pick Admire my style, flier than kid Icarus [Chorus - Mike Posner] Just because you know me, you don't know me
she make it hard for me to see you Knowing that I need you Now look, don't make a grown nigga beg that ain't fair bitch Just take them clothes off
bite You see my jewelry, you know what it cost right? You see my jewelry, it's bigger than your arm so No tryin' foolery and you won't see the palm blow Me
from dat Attic makin' noise in the streets So don't you come with no hoe shit, or none of that old fuck shit Me and my niggas out to get it and split
don't give a fuck Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit Don't start
that kickin 'em to the curb You lackin that tolerance; You let the hoe swallow it, get off in yo' parlor an' stab out to the cajun crab house or the
yard talkin shit Know'in damn well I was on some G shit Let the whole clip ride and didn't think Let the whole clip ride and didn't blink You told me
