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Sometimes you gotta wonder Many think about it as nature of the game This story kills This is the way the story goes when you're in the fuckin' dough And you swingin' for the fists, those friends are turned to foes Yea just like hoes want you to get the dinner for 'em Niggas drivin' slow, fuck me cause I've been there for 'em Fuck me cause part of me got love for 'em But a part of me got sloak for 'em, it's heartfully He was there from the start of this year gear See, part of me still cares But part of me feels he 'bout to try to come to my house, the slaughter den Wait till I hit the balcony, about the mark of me This heart full of Larsen They think I'm a dollar tree Since I'm the nigga with the weight and they ain't They P90x tryna make me lose polervy State brought Chain Gang maintain salary 3% is goons, do hourly, empowering It's just a Philly infinite One that you'll be crack jealous What's envy? Sucka MCs Fuck haters ditchin' (I can see my friends) Songtexte(Time for the whippin') What's envy? Sucka MCs Fuck haters ditchin' (I can see my friends) (Time for the whippin') What's envy? Sucka MCs I said with friends like these who needs enemies? Inside this evil industry where the green's green envy and schemes of Being these and schemes of seeing me upon the guillotines But if that's illegal I'm bringin' with me, could be it's queens It's supposed to be about respect Your boys will watch you sepnd some of your dough and then they'll count the rest Then bounce before you can bounce a check Be not jealous, he just wants you two split Whatever you get, what up and all of these sees all that you bought And it sticks with 'em, the snakes in the grass from the garden of Eve, it bit him The first recorded sin, from 4 to 10, from 25 to life I can post stories to lead from off the top of my head like I don't write Drunk and high on life, I've learned to back up my own height When I had to steal back my own bike Passes on me like passive collection places right on rights God fearin', my only flaw's my given heart It's not confusive to be in through if you're living smart Maybe I'll die dumb, leaving behind a beautiful court Known for my hand on my balls like side young Eyes numb from constantly stayin' open and constantly being haunted by promises they had broken We supposed to get money (I can see my friends) (Time for the whippin') What's envy? Sucka MCs Fuck haters ditchin' (I can see my friends) (Time for the whippin') What's envy? Sucka MCs The bottom of a vodka bottle describes my dream but hate ya You're from biblical scriptures if you thinkin' that drinkin' save ya What happens when your semen don't elite the streets to raise you You raise your heat, ready to go ham like Lincoln Abra Aye bruh, I know this stripper She was talkin' to this nigga who was talkin' while he tipped her About the pictures and sippers, he be trippin' to get them chippers He told her about his dash, slip of the tongue off the liquor Yea I used to dig her, now I call her my play sister Yea, we could trust 'er, we've been bustin' on that buster while he's with 'er With ski mask gloves and snuves, doing it like a quick should Slap the bitch up a couple of times to make it look good He said damn Crookes you frozen cold When I'm broke these are the types of thoughts that overload my dome When I'm alone I done dirt that I have never ever even told a soul But my soul knows, Ortiz I need to slow my roll You little suckers, motherfucker I'll put a purch from every one of you dud busters and thud rockers Ya'll swingin' but going nowhere, mud putters Walkin' 'round on sour, you little bud puffers I'm done blutter, shot this, pop 'er, I let the gun stutter Clap that bootie niggas I gun but ya One mother, no father, no sisters, no brother, couple cousins Why bother? I'm one of one plusser Who gives a fuck about the next man? My jet land Your face all blue, armored you man like a Metz fan I'm Brooklyn like the Atlantic ass Metz in I run with wild cats like the next season check plans Feelin' fire like Rex man You make one half of Smith and Wesson inside of Russell, man you tech gen This is, trust me, you ain't been poppin' forever My shlocks over your top Better not giddy bop through my block and your lever pussy (I can see my friends) (Time for the whippin') What's envy? Sucka MCs Fuck haters ditchin' (I can see my friends) (Time for the whippin') What's envy? Sucka MCs Aus Songtexte Mania