paroles de chanson
Mm
Look,
uh
I
gave
niggas
hope
when
they
needed
hope
I
gave
niggas
dope
when
they
needed
dope
Showed
niggas
the
ropes
and
visuals
from
a
different
scope
Set
the
pick
and
roll,
nigga,
chill
(No)
Overkill,
I
spit
the
real
niggas
get
killed
over
Still
holdin'
my
piece,
be
still
dirty,
you
can
still
hold
it
It's
still
cold
in
this
crib,
he
finna
steal
coal
Kill
more
these
in
the
field,
I
hope
you
got
your
will
wrote
Dome
shot
'em,
that's
a
third
eye,
you
real-real
woke
(Real)
What's
the
reward?
But
what
are
the
risks
involved?
What's
the
penalty
for
it?
Get
a
pen,
write
his
name
on
a
bullet
for
ya
boy
Then
pull
it
when
ya
blitz,
ya
get
a
Pulitzer
award
(Cheers)
You
know
it's
gravy
when
surveillance
in
the
rear
We
in
the
clear
Pick
up
them
shell
cases
and
make
them
cases
disappear
Mwah,
taste
the
fear
A
nigga
born
and
raised
here,
a
raisin
in
the
sun
Cuttin'
up
coke
with
a
razor,
it's
gettin'
crazier
The
nasally
Nas,
but
I'm
more
JAY-Z-er
Awkwardly
walkin'
back
on
tracks
like
Ryan
Shazier
Science
is
great,
but
God
greater,
more
wavier
We
made
it
this
far,
tip
the
bartender
Sign
a
autograph
for
the
waiter
All
the
talk
is
gettin'
radical
and
racier
We
ain't
forgot
the
path
nor
the
past,
no
erasure
I'm
lockin'
in
to
focus
like
a
laser
and
we
lapdog
niggas
who
lazier
And
by
the
day,
it's
gettin'
crazier
And
crazier,
and
crazier
And
crazier,
and
crazier
And
crazier,
and
crazier
And
crazier,
and
crazier
And
crazier,
and
crazier
And
crazier,
and
crazier
(Ayy)
And
crazier,
and
crazier
(Man),
and
crazier
(It's
real)
No
shit
I
wrote
this
sittin'
outside
the
psych
ward
Cashin'
out,
I
be
blackin'
out
'cause
it
keep
the
lights
on
I'm
the
illest,
it's
in
the
air,
you
should
get
the
Lysol
Lots
of
trauma
from
drama
I
saw,
I
need
new
eyeballs
Clear,
clear,
it's
crystal,
I
peer
within
you,
I'm
spiritual
Seek
and
destroy
you,
I
see
the
noise
and
I
hear
the
symbols
(Ah)
Extraordinary,
the
stupid
genius
somebody
call
Keem
Phoenix
out
the
ashes
like
they
done
cremated
Joaquin
My
pen
is
more
impressive
than
your
lockscreen
My
G,
this
just
in,
Herbert
on
your
back
I
charge
a
nigga
for
a
rap,
I'ma
need
more
than
a
quarter
back
We
'nem
niggas,
don't
worry
'bout
them,
they
ain't
on
my
team
Omnipresence
in
my
reflection,
cursed
with
the
gift
I
hate
abidin'
by
the
rules
(I
did
not
diss
the
president)
I
hang
a
mic
up
by
the
noose
like
a
lynch
mob
in
the
south
My
palate
need
a
straightjacket,
every
time
l
open
my
mouth
It's
gettin'
(Crazier)
Thought
you
was
titanic,
but
I'm
the
glacier
Mmm,
that
pussy
good,
but
I
had
tastier
Just
the
other
day,
sir
Bag
full
of
blue
strips
like
dirty
diapers
You
ain't
the
shit,
bitch
If
I
had
a
genie,
my
only
wish
would
be
you
and
a
genie
They
gettin'
jittery
when
they
in
the
vicinity
with
JID
and
me
You
grow
a
money
tree,
then
they
get
shadier
Your
foundation
get
shakier
You
remember
what
happened
to
the
savior
This
shit
only
get
Crazier
and
crazier
And
crazier,
and
crazier
And
crazier,
and
crazier
And
crazier,
and
crazier
(Soulo)
And
crazier,
and
crazier
And
crazier,
and
crazier
And
crazier,
and
crazier
And
crazier,
and
crazier
(Crazier)
That
shit
slap
like
a
motherfucker
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