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I aint worried bout no bullshit

Homie i'm worried bout myself

Dug out from Hades I stuck out yall struck out

Im handling the cards I was dealt

Straight out from hell

Ruling these peasants my ego is working I hate it for real

Yo preference is second i'm aiming for first

In the presence of felons I gave em the work

I think I'm just getting now way too aggressive

Yo resume next to mine not too impressive

 

Passive aggressive

I kiled all them bitches they asking me questions

 

 

 

 

THESE MOTHERFUCKERS WANNA HATE

ON A REAL MOTHERFUCKER I KNOW IT

Man I dont know why

Man I got time

 

When they blow up on my line

Shine

 

What I need nah man what I need

We got miscommunicated stick to blowing up the trees

Now I can't fucking breathe, got us going up

Caught em when he blowing up please

Like brought out the cream

Got another set of keys I don't need

I just get it cause I want it and they pay me when I preach

We just riding on the otherside

Ain't shit change

But another fucking Range whip round in the rain

Got some motherfucking commas just sitting by my name

Got some motherfucking promise I don't mess with the lames

 

 

Sheets

streets

police

machine

 

 

 

 

Present

Heaven

Weapon

Ready

Heavy

 

 

 

Get this work on the track

Drop it off she top me off

 

 

They told me like working

He said he like serving

 

Pack it up in back and hit the bourbon

Rock another pack and then they need me get to swerving

To do this shit right it take a special kind of person

All they want us working man they all just want us hurting

 

 

 

 

Otherside

wonder why

die

fucking try

 

Shell