Lyrics Consistently Inconsistent - Deniro Farrar
Riding
with
my
thug
Everything
love,
everything
love,
everything
love
Married
to
the
plug
Everything
love,
everything
love,
everything
love
Money
just
because
Everything
love,
everything
love,
everything
love
Gotta
thank
the
man
above,
cause
Everything
love,
everything
love,
everything
love
Bimbo
you
too
simple
to
get
down
with
this
here
Forrest
Gump
shit,
run
my
town
up
in
here
Be
cool,
cause
we′ll
tear
it
down
up
in
here
Ye'
ain′t
tribe
nigga
you
can't
come
around
up
in
here
I'm
a
[?],
I
ain′t
fucking
round
up
in
here
Too
precise
for
defeat
nigga,
check
my
technique
On
the
street,
I′m
known
as
that
nigga
with
the
verses
My
old
lady
even
[?],
she
don't
wear
designer
purses
What
you
thought,
a
nigga
was
a
motherfucking
dummy
Rock
destroyed
Chucks
and
I
act
kind
of
slummy
Blowing
all
the
cheddar
I
ain′t
saving
up
the
money
On
the
cash
like
a
bumblebee
fly
to
the
honey
Get
a
clue,
my
nigga
you
don't
even
know
the
half
She
was
′posed
to
be
my
equal
but
ain't
even
know
the
half
Get
the
picture,
or
nigga
do
you
need
a
bigger
graph
Stole
the
concept,
running
through
these
tracks
like
a
contest
Riding
with
my
thug
Everything
love,
everything
love,
everything
love
Married
to
the
plug
Everything
love,
everything
love,
everything
love
Money
just
because
Everything
love,
everything
love,
everything
love
Gotta
thank
the
man
above,
cause
Everything
love,
everything
love,
everything
love
What
happened,
huh?
Don′t
nobody
know
nothing?
C'mon
now
everybody
speak
at
once
You
mean
to
tell
me
out
of
all
ya'll
motherfuckers
in
here
don′t
nobody
know
jack
shit?
Don′t
nobody
know
nothing?
What
up
with
this?
Somebody
gotta
know
something
going
on
See
what
I'm
saying?
You
fucked
up
big
time.
You′re
incapable
of
running
this
shit.
If
you
was
taken
care
of
business...
If
I
was
what?
If
I
was
what?
Say
it
again,
what
you
say?
That's
what
I
thought
you
said,
cause
that′s
what
I
got
right
now-
nothing!
Niggas
but
all
in
your
face
but
they
want
your
spot
I'm
eating
lobster,
meditating
on
the
yacht
Ain′t
the
type
to
rap
about
some
shit
that
I
ain't
got
Niggas
always
gassing
rappers,
acting
like
they
hot
But
let
the
truth
be
told,
you
really
not
What
you
think
you
is
but
that
ain't
my
biz
Niggas
get
offended
then
they
get
in
they
feelings
If
you
ain′t
my
tribe
we
can′t
have
no
dealings
Building
and
destroying,
tell
me
what
you
building
Niggas
is
bitches,
they
killing
over
women
Let
me
stop
the
track,
let
me
wipe
my
tears
Tears
that
I
shed
for
the
ones
no
longer
here
Like
Corey,
Avery,
Donkey,
Rel,
and
Wheel
Now
I
understand
why
Lil
Shaq
be
popping
pills
Industry
is
fake
but
my
life
so
real
All
my
niggas
getting
killed
that's
why
I′m
riding
with
my
steel
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