. through the window honey, can you turn it off? ask my girl, "where's my fuckin' dinner?" lucky I'm even here she told me, "make it for yourself!" and then she
is Hilary Clinton literally listen You ain't got no choice now, roll with a nigga If you twisted enough to picture a devil mixed With an angel that's sick Drunk inside a Range Ro that's
still bitchin She thought I knew better, but I didn't She tried to talk to 'em, wouldn't listen (listen, wouldn't listen) It's almost like somethin inside
to put you on twin, to whats going on A lot of back stabbin since you been gone A lot of whack rappin comin from the so-called Don A lot of black ballin
favorite rapper rather die Who you know could spit a flow this clean? My notesbooks to 10th grade, I got so many 16's Please, I got a lot of hard tones
one L and life is still Double X Brick City where I bleed on the streets at The E's in M&M's, I need a (Relapse) And bitches, grab my mic, give me feedback
put the guns away And would the devil have took charge or would the slum be safe I pray the latter's right for everybody's mumsy's sake. And if I dissappear
yet been with a man It's not that she wasn't attractive; she was beautiful, but it was the way that she interacted She was aggresively passive to the point where she
your immune because you got a good job You make a lot of money and fo real got new clothes Outside it's j rummy but inside we got ho's When driving by
tell mom, she reply Repeat Chorus Aint a whole lot of love where we living The self-hate replace the optimism Aint a whole lot of chances we're given It's
boundary. There's Willy Wright and his boys - one helluva noise, that's Billy's boys! With fully-fashioned mugs, that's Little John's thugs, the
a wreck I won't stop until she breaks my neck She's got the devil inside She's got the devil inside her heart She's got the devil inside She's got the devil inside