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Oh, oh, oh Hands up, hands up, hands up! Right, right, I'm home, niggas I crashed in! You motherfuckers know who the man is, UH! Now tell them to keep the motherfucker lights on Me doing this is' fucking with my song A nigga wanted a blow shit, I'm bitter, I'm sounding nice, son The piece that I write and the night on My free time, ain't got a lot, you better know Oh yeah, this nigga need rhyme, bet he shine, When the time is right, gonna shine that light till she blind! She in love, ain't no scrub, and the 2K13 But shit bet it's live, ain't no game! And oh no, ain't no myth for violence I got another problem on my mind, take a piece of my molly Gotta keep reminding these niggas I got the key to silence With the key... but fuck it when he bought Less' he pauses hard out nigga, yeah! Mouth to the A, to get away, I rap, nigga! Call from below where I'm from, raising the slums' I gotta get till I'm done' Ain't got no minutes for you dumb hoes, I guess my phone is disconnected SongtexteCall is a bitch and I'm used to being rejected And for you ' promoting ass niggas, fuck you in your silence! Show me right where the jack is, I'm reckless! You motherfuckers know who next is, You motherfuckers know your bitch is on my checklist What a models do when I got a list of imperfections? I think I gone crazy Stuck in a maze and I came amazing Sitting on buses and waiting From busting and waiting To get my weight off my made off And getting make up done for the cameras! Never try to be a' My beauty pen fly with a ' and more stamina Grew up with some wolves, equipped and raised in Amazon 'I plan to rate these amateurs Fuck these nigga! I never claim to bust these triggers But I got a body of figures of speech An army to figure out You're gone in a different realm They can't catch me! And I'mma keep shining through the storm, nigga I ain't playing when I rhyme on these songs, nigga I said I gotta keep writing these wrongs, but OK! Aus Songtexte Mania