you know, Everything that you've been told, A clever twist of words and small patterns in the dirt. Everything you think you know, Everything that
chance, You niggas is fearin' my sawed-off, Put me to rest so fast to blast if you thinkin' of kickin' it you best be packin' your shit you bitch, Not
you I can hate you and I got to let you know you won't turn your head when you go When I think about you Everything changes You you got to go You you
it past You know I'm going slow, but my rims is spinning fast I'm in a class by myself you niggas ass You did it in the past, but now you nigggas trash
spend it past You know I'm going slow, but my rims is spinning fast I'm in a class by myself you niggas ass You did it in the past, but now you nigggas
some life into this dead mic You fuckers got nerve, you're lost between mold and the mildew If you spit that verse with bullets and tits I wouldn't feel you
you moaning screaming swanging and kicking Beggin for a piece of this Kentucky fried chicken Freaking you to the bass and fulfilling your dream And me say you know the body
