Yeah, yeah
You can turn the beat up a little bit too
Shoutout Carolina, shoutout to the 3-3-6
Yeah... Uh
Like
How a nigga gonna shine with no lights
He so bright, how you rap & don't write but, don't bite
I'm a menace, errybody know about business
I'm a hitman with the sentence
Flex so much this fitness
I ain't ever been no witness
Siid got the mix on chemist
Every record sound so Guiness
Surrounded in a circle full of winners
& my niggas are my number one contenders
Your favorite rapper probably a pretender
Juice, nigga what? You a blender
Huh
Sweet nigga what? You a Splenda
Hot as the embers at the end of the blunt
Rich as a winner at the end of the month
Don't front so they never put me on the back burner
Goin' Nat Turner over Nina Simone
Freer than a runaway, I think on my own
Forever going hard so, I'm never at home
I take thrones
I consider it the falling of Rome
Prone to the green like a gnome in the yard
On God
Mama say mama sah turn it in to Al-Masad
Man for the job turn a squad to a mob
Strange fruit is getting harder to dodge
When they strangle the truth & promoting the frauds
Nigga
True
I feel like I'm the only hungry nigga left, you feel me
A lot of these jokers man, getting lazy man, they get laazzyy
Yeah, Yeah
All these jokers caught up in the trees, for the green
Imma kill'em all in the streets
Heard a dolla make'em holla & drop to his knees
Please
Tell me what a jigga need
Strange fruit hanging down from the leaves, please
Go & let that young boy breathe
Heard his heart on him, by the sleeve
With a white T, gold wrist, whip tied up on his feet
See my people grinding, got'em caught up in the greed
Make'em buck wild
On this buckwheat, miss a couple teeth
That's a thug smile
On a tough mile
Counting half past satan, I was
A little half past late
Momma never want me out
On God
Pray to the Buddha, Jesus, Alah above all
At the pyramid, got ET's all up on call
I been meditating
While these jive turks steady hating
Got the klan up, f*ck
F*ck a federation
Living life every dayyyy
I don't even bother having me a celebration
If you ain't sleep, well
You probably still inebriated, yeah
I be flipping sheets, yeah
No wonder why your rap game so abbreviated
Hahaha
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Yeah, yeah
You can turn the beat up a little bit too
Shoutout Carolina, shoutout to the 3-3-6
Yeah... Uh
Like
How a nigga gonna shine with no lights
He so bright, how you rap & don't write but, don't bite
I'm a menace, errybody know about business
I'm a hitman with the sentence
Flex so much this fitness
I ain't ever been no witness
Siid got the mix on chemist
Every record sound so Guiness
Surrounded in a circle full of winners
& my niggas are my number one contenders
Your favorite rapper probably a pretender
Juice, nigga what? You a blender
Huh
Sweet nigga what? You a Splenda
Hot as the embers at the end of the blunt
Rich as a winner at the end of the month
Don't front so they never put me on the back burner
Goin' Nat Turner over Nina Simone
Freer than a runaway, I think on my own
Forever going hard so, I'm never at home
I take thrones
I consider it the falling of Rome
Prone to the green like a gnome in the yard
On God
Mama say mama sah turn it in to Al-Masad
Man for the job turn a squad to a mob
Strange fruit is getting harder to dodge
When they strangle the truth & promoting the frauds
Nigga
True
I feel like I'm the only hungry nigga left, you feel me
A lot of these jokers man, getting lazy man, they get laazzyy
Yeah, Yeah
All these jokers caught up in the trees, for the green
Imma kill'em all in the streets
Heard a dolla make'em holla & drop to his knees
Please
Tell me what a jigga need
Strange fruit hanging down from the leaves, please
Go & let that young boy breathe
Heard his heart on him, by the sleeve
With a white T, gold wrist, whip tied up on his feet
See my people grinding, got'em caught up in the greed
Make'em buck wild
On this buckwheat, miss a couple teeth
That's a thug smile
On a tough mile
Counting half past satan, I was
A little half past late
Momma never want me out
On God
Pray to the Buddha, Jesus, Alah above all
At the pyramid, got ET's all up on call
I been meditating
While these jive turks steady hating
Got the klan up, f*ck
F*ck a federation
Living life every dayyyy
I don't even bother having me a celebration
If you ain't sleep, well
You probably still inebriated, yeah
I be flipping sheets, yeah
No wonder why your rap game so abbreviated
Hahaha
You can turn the beat up a little bit too
Shoutout Carolina, shoutout to the 3-3-6
Yeah... Uh
Like
How a nigga gonna shine with no lights
He so bright, how you rap & don't write but, don't bite
I'm a menace, errybody know about business
I'm a hitman with the sentence
Flex so much this fitness
I ain't ever been no witness
Siid got the mix on chemist
Every record sound so Guiness
Surrounded in a circle full of winners
& my niggas are my number one contenders
Your favorite rapper probably a pretender
Juice, nigga what? You a blender
Huh
Sweet nigga what? You a Splenda
Hot as the embers at the end of the blunt
Rich as a winner at the end of the month
Don't front so they never put me on the back burner
Goin' Nat Turner over Nina Simone
Freer than a runaway, I think on my own
Forever going hard so, I'm never at home
I take thrones
I consider it the falling of Rome
Prone to the green like a gnome in the yard
On God
Mama say mama sah turn it in to Al-Masad
Man for the job turn a squad to a mob
Strange fruit is getting harder to dodge
When they strangle the truth & promoting the frauds
Nigga
True
I feel like I'm the only hungry nigga left, you feel me
A lot of these jokers man, getting lazy man, they get laazzyy
Yeah, Yeah
All these jokers caught up in the trees, for the green
Imma kill'em all in the streets
Heard a dolla make'em holla & drop to his knees
Please
Tell me what a jigga need
Strange fruit hanging down from the leaves, please
Go & let that young boy breathe
Heard his heart on him, by the sleeve
With a white T, gold wrist, whip tied up on his feet
See my people grinding, got'em caught up in the greed
Make'em buck wild
On this buckwheat, miss a couple teeth
That's a thug smile
On a tough mile
Counting half past satan, I was
A little half past late
Momma never want me out
On God
Pray to the Buddha, Jesus, Alah above all
At the pyramid, got ET's all up on call
I been meditating
While these jive turks steady hating
Got the klan up, f*ck
F*ck a federation
Living life every dayyyy
I don't even bother having me a celebration
If you ain't sleep, well
You probably still inebriated, yeah
I be flipping sheets, yeah
No wonder why your rap game so abbreviated
Hahaha
Writer: Phillip Bucknor
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid