Myrder lyrics

by

Q


Hook:I bet I got head straight bobbin to the crib
f*ck them other haters I'm down the way it is


Suffocate the track make the beat lay flat 
Mix of real n*ggas Pimp C Project Pat

Never hear a V from me where I ain't say sh*t 
Even if I only hop on to say I'm the S.H.I.T. 

Sitting here income thick 
Several hoes in transit
So high I's (eyes) thin 
Still see hate in them 
I see hate I end them 
They not me I not them 
But my knot don't come loose 
I keep it tight like a noose
Round ya neck til life goes loose 
My rhymes heavy as a moose 
You rhyme fluffy like a mousse 

Damn I'm tripping but yall falling 
If the system keep us stalling 
A dictator like a stallin 
In the house we used follow 
Keep on calling keep on hauling 
Rep' them trucks they maintain all us 
We gon do it when it's all us 
All we need is knowledge power 
Rain on us like money showers 
Do this for my n*ggas always 
Don't want fame...but people know us 
Our Movement bigger it's still growing 
If you with us..then you know such   
Raise ya fist up, that's how you show us 
American dream? (Sigh)That sh*t so bogus 
You're Dreaming America if you don't notice 
You raped our history and you should know this 

We the future no dirty soda 
Birthed ya style now you owe us 
Need a future  I'm the holder 
Before 'Ye I'm runnin for POTUS 
Check 1 I thought I told ya 
She got a booty it's 2 Boulders
I lean on it 3rd shoulder 
Weed fresh for the grower
Reep 5 seeds Tom sawyer 
Akin to ya b*tch but I don't know her 
You make a thread  
I just soe her 
Up all night on that folgers
You under me I'm on a sofa 
You get over when I throw ya 
Jaw missing cuz I stole it 
 You know it's fire cuz i wrote it 
J smoke perfect cuz  I rolled it 
Beat on wheels cuz  I rode it
Deez nuts...you can hold em. Haha 
Hook:I bet I got head straight bobbin to the crib
f*ck them other haters I'm down the way it is


Ask the white man, man I bet he say he hate me
(You) never get your records spin radio won't play me

" f*ck that b*tch and his butt buddy who what fakin"
One time to my farmers going making skinning bacon
No plotting deals with a punk b*tch like Satan
Giving God glory knowing he will never for saken
I hear a lot of haters who won't they life taken
I ain't trippen
This eulogy in the making

I can be coo with it
Or keep it on the low what to do with it
Twisted black guaranteed fool with it
Thinking bout me and my n*ggas
Full range killers
Boding n*ggas
Who the villain
Caught slipping
Loaded up
Clippin
So ya dumping
Bashing
Pull my trigger
Smashing
I'm not ya average
Living like I'm passive
b*tch Ima savage
Shout out webbie
Real savage
Keep it gutta like no other
Word to mother
I'm like no other
I get it going
U can look no further
Cause my future controls my faith
Half the time I'm out there
Roll up papers let cops think it's a square
n*gga how can u dare
Drop the beat
Then take it there
(U) losing this fight better pull some hair
Like I said how could u dare
I'm loaded salty
Saucey
Polynesian
Whip it on yo fo head b*tch u glossy
Timid gay bossy
I can call it
You lost me when you lost me
But I ain't trippen
I came my own boss be

Make my own off a husslin
Ima Texas made blessin who was struggling
Hell yea I'll keep my covenant
I'm not so humblin
My manners in the pub a lic
I feel Corp America just husslin

Well I guess that's the way the cookie crumble
I ain't trippen off these stumbles
I'm stiff arming pus*y while at the same time stayin humble
They gone hate me
Scared to play me
f*ck it we blitzing
Hit em harder with the safety
Off

Hook:I bet I got head straight bobbin to the crib
f*ck them other haters I'm down the way it is
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