Bed$tuy
Basic Instructions Before Leaving Earth ðŸ‡ðŸ‡¹
It is no longer 19....99
And I live in a world...of one track minds
Where the industry feeds us fashion design
That creates MCs that, can not rhyme
For 10 years I waited to make my move
Now we'll see who win, who lose
And if I had to state my word
Say this probably be the realist shyt you ever heard
I've been watching, from afar
I know where you live, I know who you are
Redemption is my only scar
So my hearts bleeds dark, like tar
So I treat my friends today like there'll be enemies tomorrow
So when they die, I'll have no sorrow
Just remember those you decide to cross
If your door gets knocked on, you get knocked off
Whose that 6ft bald head nikka from New Yawk With The gangsta walk
That gangsta talk
Thrillin to find 'em a killin
I'm wildin
I'm iLLin
I don't give a fukk about you
And that's my feeling
I'm in a brand new house nikka chillin
With shoeboxes of hundred dollar bills nikka spillin
Trainin the baddest bytch
Givin her the drillin
While you hangin in The Tunnel know you p*ssy ice grillin
Man bein a bytch must really be fufillin
Cuz alotta nikkas happy bein soft just chillin
Scenario
Gun in your mouth run the platinum watch with the cuban link bracelet and the matching necklace
And those two shiny VVs glowin in your ear
New gun
New jewels
New album
New year
nikkas think they bigger than the game
I got news for you Willy
Let's take it back to Philly
So you can find your roots
fukk braggin on your loot
nikka you ain't that hard
And a nikka can't spend no money
Layin in the graveyard
Oh my God
It really shocks you
This can't be the same motherfukker Freddie Foxxx who
I really feel his lyrics
I love all his rhymes
I thought that we was cool
You think he's hard to find
I lurk in darkholes & alleys
As a kid
Got knowledge from the Gods at the rally
I slip on the game like Bally's
And show ten hoes how to stack it up
Get money
New Yawk 2 Cali
Where a nikka tried to play me like a sally
So I shot him in his new DeNali
And drove him to the valley
I pushed him out the car and let him scally
fukk that nikka
Tryin to play me like he bigger
In Japan I'm worth ten figures
American
Open the door and let Derek in
I break my silence
After ten years of supressing my violence
You was my man
I gave you benjamins
Every time I pulled up and get you in the Benz again
We can never be friends again
You brought me tears
When you took my right hand off
For 7 long years
Now he's back and corrupt
Driving new GS 400s
New Jags and New trucks
You should see the bad bytches that he fukk
While your girl look skinny like a smoked out Daffy Duck
nikkas are real
This ain't N B HIGH
You nikkas ain't got no balls and won't die
I'm a certified killer
With Stock in the Game
Burn marks on my hands from the Glocks with the flame
Bumpy is my rap name
When I write rhymes
I hydroplane
And think about my nikka Kane
Alotta label motherfukkers'll be dead
fukkin with my money is like fukkin with my head
Tryin to take my buttered bread
nikkas ain't shyt
So I'm down with you Kane
Any time
Realness
You ready
Feel this
I don't forget nothing
Nothing at all
So Mr. Steve Rifkind
Expect my call
nikkas owe me for my rhymes
I come to collect
Over fifteen dollars
I'll snap your fukkin neck
And don't pay me in no fukkin check
If you don't want me to teach the meaning of disrespect
When I'm finished in this game
I'll be swimming in my yard
Not at the radio station
Looking for a job
Too many nikkas feel me spittin on a record
To be broke and homeless
And outside naked
I represent the real grimey masses
Of thugged out gun slinging criminal masses
That shoot up your party and chill at mine
Cuz they know I got love for real nikkas
Nine to Nine
There's the mind
Just remember why you frontin like you more that 24 Hrs ahead
In 24 Hrs you'll be DEAD
You'll be DEAD
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I didn't know Freddie went on Drink Champs. Lemme check this out
