Another product of my own environment
Now that im back, you'll see a lot of rappers retiring. Gun firing
Annihilating any competition. One proposition, I murder the opposition
I use to live off of the red lobster biscuits
Now the bread that I be getting be looking a lot different
I need a lot of chicken give me all of that
Thought I was sick in the head turns out im a Hypochondriac
Was born a mistake, that's what my mama told me
But now I got these cold cuts, that was all bologni
They thought I wouldn,t be shit but a troublemaker
Paid a buck fifty for this ounce with a rusty razor
You sleep on me, Ill grab a pillow and i suffocate em
Money maker need my pockets fat guess im a chubby chaser
F*ck the haters they keep filling up the sidelines
Cant touch the player, if they were clicking like on timelines
Sir Charles Aka Thousand - The Introduction (feat. Whut Dey Do) Lyrics
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Another product of my own environment
Now that im back, you'll see a lot of rappers retiring. Gun firing
Annihilating any competition. One proposition, I murder the opposition
I use to live off of the red lobster biscuits
Now the bread that I be getting be looking a lot different
I need a lot of chicken give me all of that
Thought I was sick in the head turns out im a Hypochondriac
Was born a mistake, that's what my mama told me
But now I got these cold cuts, that was all bologni
They thought I wouldn,t be shit but a troublemaker
Paid a buck fifty for this ounce with a rusty razor
You sleep on me, Ill grab a pillow and i suffocate em
Money maker need my pockets fat guess im a chubby chaser
F*ck the haters they keep filling up the sidelines
Cant touch the player, if they were clicking like on timelines
Now that im back, you'll see a lot of rappers retiring. Gun firing
Annihilating any competition. One proposition, I murder the opposition
I use to live off of the red lobster biscuits
Now the bread that I be getting be looking a lot different
I need a lot of chicken give me all of that
Thought I was sick in the head turns out im a Hypochondriac
Was born a mistake, that's what my mama told me
But now I got these cold cuts, that was all bologni
They thought I wouldn,t be shit but a troublemaker
Paid a buck fifty for this ounce with a rusty razor
You sleep on me, Ill grab a pillow and i suffocate em
Money maker need my pockets fat guess im a chubby chaser
F*ck the haters they keep filling up the sidelines
Cant touch the player, if they were clicking like on timelines
Writer: Aldo Dennis, Charles Romero, Eric Toledo, Louis Giraldo
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid