Okay I pull up with some Big guns, artillery
Belittle me Paint this scene out of my memory, just let it be
To all you fake crackers tryna copy me
Three dots on your head, then we leave unseen No apology, this ain't robbery, this a slaughtering
Hypocrisy
I hate bitches who hate bitches who hate monogamy
They cock-blocking me, I got property, they living in poverty, f*ck it
Take a lickalickalicka I'm sipping on this motherf*cking liquor
Double cup with the purple and some motherf*cking swishers
Take a motherf*cking picture I'm sipping on this f*cking glass filled up
With the liquor I'm sipping lean with the swishers
I don't do none of that, but did you get the picture
Cause I don't sip none So if you wanna f*cking fight, I'ma bring guns If
I'm talking purple, know I'm talking about the blunt Talking about the haze, purple lemonade, flavor vape catch a f*cking fade
Hey,
I'ma talk some real shit now
I don't want opinions from you motherf*cking clowns
I don't give a f*ck about the cash cows I just want some f*cking respect,
Put on my f*cking name Cause I been repping the set that shit that's in my veins
And we don't miss a step, so we running from our graves
And we make our own path, not one that's paved by people before Way back in the day
Screaming, f*ck you pay me
You gon' get bitched if you acting like a baby
My memory is hazy, screaming out for help, looking for someone to save me
Face to face with the God and all he said was obey me
Baby
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Okay I pull up with some Big guns, artillery
Belittle me Paint this scene out of my memory, just let it be
To all you fake crackers tryna copy me
Three dots on your head, then we leave unseen No apology, this ain't robbery, this a slaughtering
Hypocrisy
I hate bitches who hate bitches who hate monogamy
They cock-blocking me, I got property, they living in poverty, f*ck it
Take a lickalickalicka I'm sipping on this motherf*cking liquor
Double cup with the purple and some motherf*cking swishers
Take a motherf*cking picture I'm sipping on this f*cking glass filled up
With the liquor I'm sipping lean with the swishers
I don't do none of that, but did you get the picture
Cause I don't sip none So if you wanna f*cking fight, I'ma bring guns If
I'm talking purple, know I'm talking about the blunt Talking about the haze, purple lemonade, flavor vape catch a f*cking fade
Hey,
I'ma talk some real shit now
I don't want opinions from you motherf*cking clowns
I don't give a f*ck about the cash cows I just want some f*cking respect,
Put on my f*cking name Cause I been repping the set that shit that's in my veins
And we don't miss a step, so we running from our graves
And we make our own path, not one that's paved by people before Way back in the day
Screaming, f*ck you pay me
You gon' get bitched if you acting like a baby
My memory is hazy, screaming out for help, looking for someone to save me
Face to face with the God and all he said was obey me
Baby
Belittle me Paint this scene out of my memory, just let it be
To all you fake crackers tryna copy me
Three dots on your head, then we leave unseen No apology, this ain't robbery, this a slaughtering
Hypocrisy
I hate bitches who hate bitches who hate monogamy
They cock-blocking me, I got property, they living in poverty, f*ck it
Take a lickalickalicka I'm sipping on this motherf*cking liquor
Double cup with the purple and some motherf*cking swishers
Take a motherf*cking picture I'm sipping on this f*cking glass filled up
With the liquor I'm sipping lean with the swishers
I don't do none of that, but did you get the picture
Cause I don't sip none So if you wanna f*cking fight, I'ma bring guns If
I'm talking purple, know I'm talking about the blunt Talking about the haze, purple lemonade, flavor vape catch a f*cking fade
Hey,
I'ma talk some real shit now
I don't want opinions from you motherf*cking clowns
I don't give a f*ck about the cash cows I just want some f*cking respect,
Put on my f*cking name Cause I been repping the set that shit that's in my veins
And we don't miss a step, so we running from our graves
And we make our own path, not one that's paved by people before Way back in the day
Screaming, f*ck you pay me
You gon' get bitched if you acting like a baby
My memory is hazy, screaming out for help, looking for someone to save me
Face to face with the God and all he said was obey me
Baby
Writer: Leonardo The third
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