(HUFF47)
I never changed, man, fuck the fame, bitch, I don't want it now
Won't stress a bitch, they come a dime by a dozen, ah
I got my price, you see I'm fly, I come in stuntin', uh
They broke as hell, depend on me for what I'm runnnin', uh
I'm lost at sea, look at your eyes, I see they flooded, uh
You carry me, I shit on you, this what you wanted, uh
I still got me somethin' to prove, I want the money, uh
I'm tryna get rid of all my blues with blue face hundreds, uh
I fell in love and I knew I shouldn't of done it, uh
You broke my heart and I ain't even knew I seen it comin', uh
I cut 'em off, I'm not involved, I leave 'em bloody, uh
They fold on me, I kill 'em all and that's for nothin', uh
I swear to God I'm goin' hard, bitch, I'ma buss it, yeah
This choppa walk up on his block and leave him runnin', yeah
This hollow hit 'em while they hot up out the oven, yeah
I'll tell you somethin' 'bout lil' Rocky, not to fuck with us
I'm feelin' nauseous, so I'ma move with caution
They plottin' regardless, so I been on my one shit
Really I don't want shit, but body bags for nothin'
Oh, that's for nothin'
Bunch of sticks to hump with, I do it drummin'
Now it's like percussion, beat get to bumpin'
Feet get to runnin', beef out the oven
The heat out the oven
You say that you down with, now we out the oven
Say we out the oven
Now it's like percussion, beat get to bumpin'
Feet get to runnin', beef out the oven
The heat out the oven
You say that you down with, now we out the oven
Say we out the oven
We off of nothin', sleep walkin', runnin'
Beat got me bloody, creep, fuck corruption
Beef for destruction, he sleep and slump 'em
He smack 'em, dump 'em, peep slide and plumped 'em
Now it's like percussion, beat get to bumpin'
Feet get to runnin', beef out the oven
The heat out the oven
You say that you down with, now we out the oven
Say we out the oven
Out the oven, now we out the oven, uh
Not to fuck with, lil' Rocky not to fuck with, uh
Get to bussin', he smack and slump 'em
Feet backed all up
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