These rappers don't practice what they preach in these streets
Every move they make is what they See on tv
All them re run flows ain't gonna get no repeat
All the heat Im bringin gon make em retreat
I don't give a f*ck about your deal homie
You could die a rich nigga that shits still lonely
F*ck the whole mankind and all these mick phoneys
Never switchin up
Im going out out like Kobe
Mind state of a f*cking Assassin Doing numbers on a beat and it's all for the passion
Screaming f*ck the competition in a highly fashion
All my music goin live that shits everlasting
Tryna throw shade on me is mad dummy
You must really wanna go and see ya dead buddies
Say you doing shows but it looks like you stay clubbin
Cus that's where yo performance be at you aint nothin
Just face it, you better off back in that basement
Where nobody knew about you or that whack entertainment
Boy you straight pussy like some lesbian ladies
I ain't the one you should be playin with mothef*cker
All them drugs you steady takin lil clucker
Getting straight to them brain cells you off colored
You was with the shits, Til I blew yo cover
Now ya time getting ran out by that buzzer
Keep getting the game f*cked up
You gon be Shit outta luck bruh
Pull up to yo session jus me and my adolescence
I'll teach you niggas lesson on how you should never bluff tough
Don't pray for me
Pray for all my enemies
Don't pray for me
Pray for all my enemies
Don't pray for me
Pray for all my enemies lord
Don't pray for me
Pray for all my enemies
Marchin thru your line like it's all mine
Solo I don't ever need a cosign
Land where the soft rhymes see the hard times
Get hit with them slugs before you hit your prime
Been knew them killas since I could remember
All them k's turn a nigga into Bruce Jenner
Goons flying round ya hood like its 911
Run up in yo hell hole turn it into heaven
That goes for Adam, Eve, and the reverend
Better worship me, better spread the message
Better spread the message
Better worship me better spread the message
Pray for all my enemies
Don't pray for me
Pray for all my enemies
Don't pray for me
Pray for all my enemies lord
Don't pray for me
Pray for all my enemies
Filthy Luciano - As Seen on TV Lyrics
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These rappers don't practice what they preach in these streets
Every move they make is what they See on tv
All them re run flows ain't gonna get no repeat
All the heat Im bringin gon make em retreat
I don't give a f*ck about your deal homie
You could die a rich nigga that shits still lonely
F*ck the whole mankind and all these mick phoneys
Never switchin up
Im going out out like Kobe
Mind state of a f*cking Assassin Doing numbers on a beat and it's all for the passion
Screaming f*ck the competition in a highly fashion
All my music goin live that shits everlasting
Tryna throw shade on me is mad dummy
You must really wanna go and see ya dead buddies
Say you doing shows but it looks like you stay clubbin
Cus that's where yo performance be at you aint nothin
Just face it, you better off back in that basement
Where nobody knew about you or that whack entertainment
Boy you straight pussy like some lesbian ladies
I ain't the one you should be playin with mothef*cker
All them drugs you steady takin lil clucker
Getting straight to them brain cells you off colored
You was with the shits, Til I blew yo cover
Now ya time getting ran out by that buzzer
Keep getting the game f*cked up
You gon be Shit outta luck bruh
Pull up to yo session jus me and my adolescence
I'll teach you niggas lesson on how you should never bluff tough
Don't pray for me
Pray for all my enemies
Don't pray for me
Pray for all my enemies
Don't pray for me
Pray for all my enemies lord
Don't pray for me
Pray for all my enemies
Marchin thru your line like it's all mine
Solo I don't ever need a cosign
Land where the soft rhymes see the hard times
Get hit with them slugs before you hit your prime
Been knew them killas since I could remember
All them k's turn a nigga into Bruce Jenner
Goons flying round ya hood like its 911
Run up in yo hell hole turn it into heaven
That goes for Adam, Eve, and the reverend
Better worship me, better spread the message
Better spread the message
Better worship me better spread the message
Pray for all my enemies
Don't pray for me
Pray for all my enemies
Don't pray for me
Pray for all my enemies lord
Don't pray for me
Pray for all my enemies
Every move they make is what they See on tv
All them re run flows ain't gonna get no repeat
All the heat Im bringin gon make em retreat
I don't give a f*ck about your deal homie
You could die a rich nigga that shits still lonely
F*ck the whole mankind and all these mick phoneys
Never switchin up
Im going out out like Kobe
Mind state of a f*cking Assassin Doing numbers on a beat and it's all for the passion
Screaming f*ck the competition in a highly fashion
All my music goin live that shits everlasting
Tryna throw shade on me is mad dummy
You must really wanna go and see ya dead buddies
Say you doing shows but it looks like you stay clubbin
Cus that's where yo performance be at you aint nothin
Just face it, you better off back in that basement
Where nobody knew about you or that whack entertainment
Boy you straight pussy like some lesbian ladies
I ain't the one you should be playin with mothef*cker
All them drugs you steady takin lil clucker
Getting straight to them brain cells you off colored
You was with the shits, Til I blew yo cover
Now ya time getting ran out by that buzzer
Keep getting the game f*cked up
You gon be Shit outta luck bruh
Pull up to yo session jus me and my adolescence
I'll teach you niggas lesson on how you should never bluff tough
Don't pray for me
Pray for all my enemies
Don't pray for me
Pray for all my enemies
Don't pray for me
Pray for all my enemies lord
Don't pray for me
Pray for all my enemies
Marchin thru your line like it's all mine
Solo I don't ever need a cosign
Land where the soft rhymes see the hard times
Get hit with them slugs before you hit your prime
Been knew them killas since I could remember
All them k's turn a nigga into Bruce Jenner
Goons flying round ya hood like its 911
Run up in yo hell hole turn it into heaven
That goes for Adam, Eve, and the reverend
Better worship me, better spread the message
Better spread the message
Better worship me better spread the message
Pray for all my enemies
Don't pray for me
Pray for all my enemies
Don't pray for me
Pray for all my enemies lord
Don't pray for me
Pray for all my enemies
Writer: Carlos Luciano
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