BlackMJ lyrics

[Intro: YSR Gramz]
(JMC, you goin' crazy)
I'm just gonna let this b*tch talk to y'all
Let this b*tch talk to me, you hear me?
[?] let this b*tch talk to y'all
b*tch
YSR sh*t

[Verse 1: YSR Gramz]
I don't give a f*ck what you did or what you stand for
I leave a n*gga stiff like an eggroll
I'ma run up a lotta money, put my mans on
Soon as you cross Carpenter, that's the red zone
n*gga, I be trappin all day, I love my cellphone
Hell yeah, I miss my n*gga Gabe, I hate my mans gone
Try some funny sh*t, leave you looking like some eggyoak
AR15 with the beam, and it got a scope
[?] YSR Gramz, then he gotta go
Ran through another n*gga hood, I just sold a bole
I'm looking like I do, but I ain't never ever sold no dope
Started making money off of rap, I took it as a joke

[Verse 2: KrispyLife Kidd]
It's a shysty ass game, I don't play it fair
You can't lean on this table, I'm [?] right here
Grab a freaky b*tch hand, put your hand right here
Too many blues in [?] I can't fit them right there
I'll smoke a n*gga
Like a Newport
My favorite word is b*tch, like I'm Too $hort
My whole team balling, I need two courts
I think I'm 'bout to drop a [?] this that new [?]
[?] dropped on a crib, and knocked down the [?]
Made a hundred [?]
n*ggas lie too much, they ain't sh*t but a b*tch who cappers
Blow a n*gga sh*t off, if it's about that cabbage
[Verse 3: YSR Gramz]
I got love for my n*ggas, 'cause they 'bout that action
22 shots from the drac, got me walking backwards
My n*gga score all the time, he a walking bascket
Tryna be the best rapper alive, black Michael Jackson
Have my n*gga rob you for your chain, [?] Michael Blackson
Them n*ggas kicked you out the D, like Matthew Stafford

[Verse 4: KrispyLife Kidd]
I'm the president, I move how I wanna move
[?] my n*gga shoot how he wanna shoot
[?] 1's or 2's
Better not [?], [?] when I'm in my booth
They say the real n*ggas dead, well I'm the living proof