Notes

It’s so hard X8
Not knowin why you existin
Not knowin why you are livin
Feelin
Like maybe this ain’t real and
Findin peace in reason of meanin, bein
Suicidal
Maybe not worthwhile
Believin in speeches of our lifestyle
We were breeded
To relieve them
The gods we feel made men
We’ll devote our lives, while the gods
Deprive us of a reason to believe in them
Cuz no one alive has ever seen em
While they reside, in their lands so high
We slave away to paint a picture so nice
Of a life, that we cherish
Yet the gods are the ones that make em perish
Seems a little like hatred

We pray away
Follow rules everyday
To stay in place
Of the path they gave us
Our elders, make sure that
We had a place to stay
To find peace today
Yet, seems so strange
That we would downplay
They may have done the
Right thing, but they dead
(Yeah yeah, oh X2)

So I say fuck it all
I’ll start a brawl
Drink a bottle of ethanol
Then bounce her head
Off a desk like a tennis ball
Pull out a glock
Shoot her til her heart stop
If god does exist
Tell me why he gon allow it
Fuck the glock
It ain’t enough
Pull out an AK
Throw in her the trunk
Drive all the way
To high school
To make amends
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Runnin through the Red House
Double back, stacked up, AK’s out
Guns blazin’, shoot ‘em in the back ya
They got the foreign tats, they gon need a handla’
They animals, straight cannibals
Might be mechanical, sure ain’t flammable
Might be the terminator cuz they spittin metal
Don’t really matter, send ‘em to the devil
This dick bitch better check his level
Cuz my glocks about to make him tremble
Just drank a bottle of ethanol
All it’s worth I’mma die too
So I’m just gonna take you
With me
Like Whitney
Houston, only 50
‘Cept I didn’t do xans, just Whiskey
‘N my hearts fine, just not my kidneys
Cuz they so sick of cleaning these rappers up
It’s sickening how much their rap sucks
Starting to build up like a disease
Startin to make me feel like I’m tweakin
Or maybe it’s the screamin
Of the rest, shot dead
Straight through the chest
No time to get upset, cuz you next
Better keep movin ‘fo you made restin
Can’t believe this the life I’m livin
But the battlefield ain’t meant for women
Who wanna hide
So let’s man up, chin held high
Ain’t the time to be cryin
Ammo in, leanin off the building, they speedin
We breathin out, in, out, in, and pull the trigger til they bleedin
They hit the concrete ‘n
Soon they gon stop breathin

This the way it’s meant be
The battlefield separates the weak
From the strong leaders
To lead the others to victory
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Hey baby
Never forget, that
I love you girl
Girl you got me feelin
Like I can do no wrong
High as a ceilin
So I’mma write a song

Yo love, all I need to help pick me up
Buttercup, you the one
For me, so let’s have some fun
Cuz there’s no where else to be
So let’s be happy, let’s be happy (yuh)
Comin in, didn’t know if I was winnin
The game of life with you in it
Tryin to take new strides
And I walked the right one
With you by my side
With you by my side
I could go places I never knew existed
Girl it’s twisted how empty my life was Without you in it
But now I’m committed
Yes, I will admit it
Life was never fun ‘til I knew the endin
Life was never fun ‘til my loneliness ended
That’s about the time that you entered
Shinin bright, got me thinkin bout Green Lantern
Cuz you lit up the sky, and gave light to the answers (yeah)

Help me achieve mind over matter
Help me believe that it will always get better
Cuz I can’t tell right from wrong
You was right all along
From the drop of my ding dong
To the bitch it was drippin on
Shoulda seen it cummin a mile away (ah)
I just didn’t know what life was then
But you showed me the way (heaven ah)
Brought light to the end of my
days
I can see where I should begin
Throw away all of my sins
It starts by givin you all o’ my attention
But I been doing that since I first met ya
Since the first time our eyes locked I felt a passion
Couldn’t explain, now I see it’s all connected
Way it’s meant to be, finally got the message
We was young back then, just testin the waters
Now I see, water’s one testin me, cuz all I feel is

Yo love, all I need to help pick me up
Buttercup, you the one
For me, so let’s have some fun
Cuz there’s no where else to be
So let’s be happy, let’s be happy (yuh)
Help me achieve mind over matter
Help me believe that it will always get better
Cuz I can’t tell right from wrong
You was right all along
From the drop of my ding dong
N’ the bitch it’s drippin on
The bitch it was drippin on
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Girl I know
That it must be hard
And it ain’t gettin better
Shoulda treated you better
I should’ve tried

Wake up
Sit up in bed
Put on a lil makeup
Blood red
Like the pain inside
Feelin misread
But that’s fine
Cuz it’s yo deathbed
Already committed suicide
Remember the red drippin down yo face
Remember the feelin; bein out of place
Some of the feelings you just can’t place
This place, got no purpose, that’s the reason you left
Cuz you thought you was worthless
But this hurt it’s too much to be deserted
On the surface looks normal
But on the inside there’s a surplus of nerveless urges
Can’t feel the pain
Of the surgeon

Tell the nurses
That I was cut through
My pulmonary vein
Cuz I, was stabbed in the heart
And I, just wanna restart
The game of life
Have you by my side
But it’s too much to ask
Cuz now you sittin in a casket
Too much for me, Couldn’t even pass it
Is it really too much for me to ask it?
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Baby I’m just reminiscing
Thinkin bout the days that spinnin
Through my head drop dead
I thought life was never-endin
But here I am
Twenty xans in my hands
God damn think I’m bout to die
So why not, I’m just gon fuckin slam ‘em
Suicide, in my mind
Why not, I’m already gonna die
No need to remind me
I’m fine with dying
You won’t see me cryin
OK I’m lyin but I’m tryin to
Stay away from the problems but they just
keep on blindin me from my passion my dreams becomin ashes along with me hopefully this song’ll keep me from falling asleep disastrously
But as far as I can see, there is no way to rid this pain from inside so I’m guess I’m just gon have to up n fuckin die
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waka waka waka waka
bitch com her an give me sloppa
waka waka waka waka
bitch com her an give me sloppa
waka waka waka waka
bitch com her an give me sloppa
waka waka waka waka
dick dancing around in her mouth like i’m the
maharaja of maharashtra
she all up here all up here
shakin her ass like lady gaga lady gaga
big booty poppin off like the car bombs the car bombs
of the hezbollha the hezbollha
makin my dick shoot out like uh huh oh uh huh ah huh
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Zoomin through the pack in my lambo (I wish)
Furs on the back, got the whole coat (I wish)
Flexing on the haters like I’m Hulk Hogan
Business so big we don’t need a fuckin slogan, ya

Y’all think you’re cool with your fancy titles
“Ooh it’s the President, you’re like my fuckin idol”
I don’t give a fuck if your poor, rich
Got a bitch, ten kids
If I get a order I’mma put two bullets in ya eyelids
Yeah, but I gotta look stylish
Like, what’s an artist without a stylus
I’mma look pretty, even though
I’m pretty violent
But money is money, and I just like
To see the profits (whoop)

So fuck ‘em all I say
Shoot ‘em all down today
You gotta couple mil
I make sure they ain’t gon walk again
Or talk again, shit who am I kiddin
They gon all be dead, two shots to the head
And they’ll never eva bother you ‘gain
So who’s next
Gotta couple orders but I’m always open
For more friends, who wanna
See more death & destruction
Ya girlfriend, ex-boyfriend, or even ya dad
You crossed my path, they gon wish that you hadn’t
Because you is Aladdin, I’m yo genie
You gave me yo wish, I’mma have the bitch on the ground bleedin
Pleadin to the lords to send away the reaper
But she can’t keep em away if she’s stopped breathin ‘n the wolves are feedin on her
“Sorry, your honor
But we never saw the murder
We just heard her scream and she was dead
Shot in the head
Then it was all over
No evidence, but
We the defense think someone’s
Responsible, we need an arrest
Sorry, but we don’t who we up against”

Y’all think you’re cool with your fancy titles
“Ooh it’s the President, you’re like my fuckin idol”
I don’t give a fuck if your poor, rich
Got a bitch, ten kids
If I get a order I’mma put two bullets in ya eyelids
Yeah, but I gotta look stylish
Like, what’s an artist without a stylus
I’mma look pretty, even though
I’m pretty violent
But money is money, and I just like
To see the profits (whoop)

Y’all look at me, probably think I’m yo average Joe
First off, my name’s Life cuz I’m bought to take yo’s
Yeah that right, drive a Honda, who the fuck need four doors
When I’m rollin off the dough, only workin since four
That’s PM, I don’t need to pull up at night
Shoot yo ass in the broad of daylight
Cuz I only work till five
That means if you’re on the list, yo ass gonna die
I ain’t playin around, I got other people in line
So, no need to get on yo knees
cuz ain’t no fuckin way that
Jesus can save you now, it’s all up to me
Gotta few thousand bees ridin on this
So I’m sorry honey, but you ain’t squeezing yo way out from me
Probably not the way you wanted to die
But there ain’t no time for that shit
You ain’t got my sympathy
Take this like a man, don’t care if you’re a feminist
Cuz you ain’t gon have opinions after I bury these, just cuz

Y’all think you’re cool with your fancy titles
“Ooh it’s the President, you’re like my fuckin idol”
I don’t give a fuck if your poor, rich
Got a bitch, ten kids
If I get a order I’mma put two bullets in ya eyelids
Yeah, but I gotta look stylish
Like, what’s an artist without a stylus
I’mma look pretty, even though
I’m pretty violent
But money is money, and I just like
To see the profits (whoop)

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Bitch suck on my cock
Or I might pull up with a glock
It only gon take two shots
*Bang Bang* Your life just a thought

You stupid ass thots
All you think about is ridin on top
Just cuz he gon shoot you, that boy touch you
He goin in fuckin jail to rot

Don’t listen, baby I was just kiddin
Come save me from my boredom
Feelin too damn lazy
Help raise me up
Sorry if I sounded a little brazy

Damn bitch you must be crazy
You really gon believe this dude?
He jus wan make babies
But not just with you cuz there’s like eighty ladies
Sittin in the back without child care while he’s
Pullin up in a Mercedes he just tryin to snare you in his trap so he can
Hit you from the back shoot his cream into you
Like a fucking frappe then hop in his ride and drive the fuck away

Hey dude, would you shut the fuck up? I’m sick of you, always fucking things up
You minuscule, bitch go to school
Baby don’t listen to this wannabe he a fool
Imma make him take a step back or two

Two? From you? Ha! I’ll stand up right in front of you, and rock the stadium lookin down on you
You’d be a fool to think I’mma bow down to you dude, like, fuck
If you think I’m uneducated tell me why you gettin so aggravated must be cuz
I’m constantly detonatin lyrics in front of yo face, mutilate it
Blowin up like my dick when you lubricate it (ahh)

I’m sick of the wack shit
You fuckers like to talk just cuz you black You think you can walk the walk
All over me, but my crackerjack ass
Gonna come back with a punch, wind back
Knock you on yo ass ‘n spill ya lunch
Put you into cardiac arrest
So you best not mess with me
This ain’t the 1950s, pull up with a gun
I’ll pull out two
Coming for you, must be obsessed to be this upset over the stupidest shit
Guess I’m just confessin my thoughts bout the world
It’s too much stress feelin oppressed from my words these thoughts just endless
Feel like I’m possessed or maybe I’m just blessed as a lyricist
So I can express my feelings when I’m too damn restless
Cuz I know damn well you sick of hearin this but it’s time the world knows
That the way it flows is fucking idiotic it’s ironic how people know there’s a problem In the world but do nothin to solve it and the people who try can’t figure out what the big problem is
It’s us, every fuckin one of us
Ruinin the world, some more than others, from mumble
Rappers to bank robbers it’s just a matter of the way that they changin other peoples lives
And not for the better but to do more crime to the world steal some diamonds, a pearl, a gucci
Necklace, a golden headdress, and make off like you gotta go to the loo bitch fuck You if you think this mumble rappin is helpin the world you the one makin in unfurl
Talking about slapping the shit out ya girl, “Oh, we was just havin sex”
Tell that to the judge when you in court, and I’ll exhort your girl for us to have oral sex
She ain’t gon resist when I flex my Rolex, Cuz I know that’s all you do but at least my lyrics are the best
I’m not just some dude with a couple thousand on my checks
That would be rude but that all you fuckers do, hire a good mixer for a little auto tune
And what you gonna do without a ghost writer behind you
Ya see, the difference between you and me is I can write my own lyrics
And rap the capitals to the periods without a myriad of vocal effects
You must be delirious if you think I’mma give it a rest
Y’all best be gettin out the way for the real lyricists
Tryin to make a difference for the rest, so

If you ain’t gonna back down right now, I got no choice
I’ll put your runnin to the test
Not gon lie I’mma enjoy it when I
Put your body to rest
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Drowning in my hate, it’s painful
Watch ‘em walk away, what can you do
Are you even listening to a word I say?
Ay, got em with the

Problems, we was tryin to solve ‘em
But it’s too late
The pain
Too much
Just up and took my love away
Took my bride away
Rainin down hard
Like my life
Bout to hit the ground
Thought I was in the sky
But I’m rollin in the gutters now
Tryin to pull myself out but
No reason to live without her
Yeah I finally found her
The one
The true love
Nothin lasts forever
Seems my time has come

Fuck, feels like karma
This ain’t what I wanted
I knew we had problems but
This was more like a disappointment
Fly in the ointment
Cuz I thought we was fly
Flying high
What happened to love till we die
You gave me a sign
But breakup wasn’t an option
I see I must be the problem
Cuz if it ain’t you it’s me
Don’t play it on some dumb shit
Baby you don’t run shit
Not gonna lie
I’m fuckin sick of this

You’re a fuckin hypocrite
Let’s have a kid
Let’s start a life
Bitch I need to focus on my own shit
Yeah I need it
Bitch you need it
Why don’t you just go n suck on a dick
Bet you would like it
Probably cuz you ain’t even tried it
(Might need to pull up with a Trident)
(Worry bout some fake shit
Cuz I got me a fake bitch
Worry bout some fake shit
Cuz I got me a)
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ya a ay
just got kicked out my residence
don’t matter i’ll just pop a couple benz
take my mind off all this shit
then turn around, sike still fuckin lit
yeah, still fuckin it
i’m sorry, is that ya bitch
too late i took her for the ride of her life
sliding alongside my thighs
banging against the door like the cops at night
imma need a couple more to pop tonight
head goin fuzzy startin ta lose my sight
still kickass enough to take you on the mic
yeah, we gon have the time of our lives
it should go as no surprise, that
when ya girl hops in, bottle full a gin, that she ain’t coming back tonight, yeah
she ain’t coming back tonight
gun get her as high as a kite
come take my mind off life well we fuckin in the moonlight cuz

We havin a ball, bitch hit the sprawl, in the middle of the city
Big booty bitches, money we spendin, makin their hair lookin pretty
We got xannis, we got caine, we got molly and gasoline
So you can take a breath inhale and rest from all the drama life brings
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There ain’t no way
That bitch gun change
She under my arm
I control her ways
She say wan be free
I just say OK
Good like bein free
N’there’s a knife in yo head
That right bitch, hop in my bed
You wan be free? Drop down gimme head
You wan be free? How bout this instead
Suck on my dick ‘fore a knife up yo head

Don’t gimme that pouty face
All you is is my property
What you gonna do instead?
Try to run off without me
Bitch you might wanna think again
I might commit suicide
Ya wouldn’t want that would ya
Knowin you the reason I died
Yeah yeah that’s right
We ain’t gon call it a night
Til I get me some fuckin delight
Ride me like I’m the wind and you a kite

There ain’t no way
That bitch gun change
She under my arm
I control her ways
She say wan be free
I just say OK
Good like bein free
N’there’s a knife in yo head
That right bitch, hop in my bed
You wan be free? Drop down gimme head
You wan be free? How bout this instead
Suck on my dick ‘fore a knife up yo head
(That’s right bitch, hop in bed
You wan be free? Down, gimme head
Wan be free? Bout this instead
Hop on dick and gimme fuckin head)

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All you big boys snappin
Talkin about your soundcloud rappin
Have you even heard that shit
Lemme just reword it quick
Bitches chains and aks
All you talk about then expect some praise
Your work don’t d’serve a goddamn A
It always amazes me how much nothing’s changin these lyrics you think are flamin blazing people‘ll be playin in the hallways bitch I see more rappin in the holidays
Y’all goofy ass fucks caught up in a blaze
To think you breaking the chains
Nobody give a fuck it’s time for some change
We need to bring back what once rap
Cuz one mishap led to another one and another one now shits just overrun by ghost writers and auto tune mixed up by anyone so everyone tryin make a song
And then when its done it’s number one
People think it ain’t gon be outdone
But then it drop out the sky
And it’s fuckin gone
So where da fuck all the rappers at
Ay Ay
We need to bring all this rough shit back
To Stay To Stay I,
Don’t know why the fuck y’all think this shit OK
OK, but
It’s startin to drive me a little cray cray
Ay Ay

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