I aint going near your bill unless we fucking topping it, I drink till I'm all over the shop like barcodes, And as far as rap goes, I've mastered my
cents As far as it goes keep it comin', and Oh, how I like it in a woman I like to see freaks when their hair is nice With a good wig, tight clothes,
-juice I got the floor, I'm tryna see the roof Didn't wear a bulletproof So I got shot and you can see the Proof Blind eyes colored guide me and see
"Chuuch!" I'ma need a suit I'ma need a Coupe, I won't need a roof Flyer then Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice I got the flow, I'm tryna see the
fuck Now I give a fuck less What do I think of success It sucks too much stress I guess I blew up quick Cause friends I grew up with See me as a preemie
me, then it's foreign I mean my cars, I mean my clothes, I mean my hoe's, I mean my flows You dress different round then me I'ma clean your nose Step
and licking As far as Mr. E's dick, that's all she was getting A fairly hated me because I got a stinking house Said they know what I'm about The pussy
yo, do them one Now big up to my people in 60, 60 Big up to my people in 70, 70 Big up to my people in 81, 81 Big up to my people in 51, 51 Big up to
king Crooked I I'm a kamikaze pilot, I stay fly 'til I die, get 'em up high Joell, here we go again, you know I'm him, Mr. Ortiz Soon as I hold a pen
up in the morning, what did I see? Unknown faces starin' down at me First off with the flee as fear overpowered me Chlorophyll got me ready to black, I can
! Dopeman! Yeah, that?s me! Dopeman! Dopeman! Yo, can I get a G? Dopeman! Dopeman! Clock as much as he can Fuck this shit, who am I? The Dopeman! Yo, Mr
it And y'all never knew I'm mad cause I won't even show it Calm demeanor, flips when I palm the nina I'm gifted, get shit straight from Argentina Three
's house But then I'm getting away from myself As I get closer and closer to home And these days I'm thinkin' I could just as soon use the time alone An' I
] Check it out I saw the ski-mask I didn't see the faces yo Saw the grenade, heard the explosions yo It get worse yo, I can't count the hearses that come
so I can make seven babies Pump my breasts up, can you suck the fat up Please make my life appear Like ain't no such thing as bad luck My, nose ain't
mo' Women be like, "Who do y'all think y'all are?" I'm Mr. Pull Up in big trucks, I'm far from a star 'Cause I'm the sun, the reason why the day gon
[mr. serv-on] Aaaaaah! When you see us, all you see is fame and bitches When I see myself in the mirror I see a nigga bounded in bloody kisses Wishes to see
I felt about it C'mon} I gotta thank God, I wanna thank y'all I gotta thank God, I wanna thank y'all I gotta thank God, I wanna thank y'all I gotta