pointproven214
i speak facts not emotions
[Verse 2]
I was destined to swim backwards in cash
Since the day I was smacked in the ass (Yeah!)
Give me that blue kush in the booth and I'll be back in a flash
First week I'll be platinum and half
Going hard in the yard
Still hungry like I'm back in the draft
Same shytty attitude Cadillac in the stash (Uh-Uh)
It's the critically acclaimed, lyrically inclined (Yeah)
And I'm easily influenced, keep my name out your rhymes (Yeah)
Nowadays nikkas tell, your own boss set you up (Uh-Uh)
Like Avon and Stringer Bell (Whooo!)
I'm from the ghetto like Akon so bring a L (Yeah)
You're worthless, like a weddin' ring in a cell
Hell all day I'm blowin' dope (Dope)
See the aroma on my coat?
It's stronger then second hand smoke
When I toke, I blow it in the sky for the slaughter (Uh-Uh)
For every mother and daughter that died in that water (Yeah)
For that little girl playin' outside when they caught her (Yeah)
But was suppose to hit the guys on the corner
I make the heads bop in the streets like speed bumps
Cause every bar hit ya, hard as a Muhammad Ali punch (Whooo!)
My bytch got an ass about as wide as a tree trunk
She hit once, Ithink about her for 3 months
Don't you know my nikka L pop off wigs?
Leave 'em in the grass and say hi to their kids (Yeah!)
I was destined to swim backwards in cash
Since the day I was smacked in the ass (Yeah!)
Give me that blue kush in the booth and I'll be back in a flash
First week I'll be platinum and half
Going hard in the yard
Still hungry like I'm back in the draft
Same shytty attitude Cadillac in the stash (Uh-Uh)
It's the critically acclaimed, lyrically inclined (Yeah)
And I'm easily influenced, keep my name out your rhymes (Yeah)
Nowadays nikkas tell, your own boss set you up (Uh-Uh)
Like Avon and Stringer Bell (Whooo!)
I'm from the ghetto like Akon so bring a L (Yeah)
You're worthless, like a weddin' ring in a cell
Hell all day I'm blowin' dope (Dope)
See the aroma on my coat?
It's stronger then second hand smoke
When I toke, I blow it in the sky for the slaughter (Uh-Uh)
For every mother and daughter that died in that water (Yeah)
For that little girl playin' outside when they caught her (Yeah)
But was suppose to hit the guys on the corner
I make the heads bop in the streets like speed bumps
Cause every bar hit ya, hard as a Muhammad Ali punch (Whooo!)
My bytch got an ass about as wide as a tree trunk
She hit once, Ithink about her for 3 months
Don't you know my nikka L pop off wigs?
Leave 'em in the grass and say hi to their kids (Yeah!)
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