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[Felon]
Yo, yo, yo
It seems when I`m real hungry, my pistols start the talkin`
And then I start the lockin`, and bullest start the sparkin`
But I don`t really wanna go that route
I`m tryna get the dough legal, rappin` tryna throw them out
Any competition, nobody`s gonna blow them out
Nobody`s gonna show them out, to keep this one hundred
Nobody!, yeah we gets blunted
You tryna throw money, them come and stole from me
I got that bounce back off the wall
Fa sho the stack n stacks n pile it up
Yung felon stay pilin` up
Invisible men, they sound like the invisible friend
I`m winnin` again, this shit is so ridiculous
Yung felon and ro, yeah the flow we sick wit it
Tryna grow some benjamins, n sit on top of the stack
Shit, when we spit we stay on top of the track
Overseein` shit, odein shit
I got a dangerous pen, plus I`m runnin` wit some dangerous men
Don`t make me pull out the shinin` armor
Make me silent bomb ya, leave ya body numer
I`m tryna earn a spot in the game, so I can come up
And keep a gun on my side, so I won`t get done up
[Yung Ro]
I was about eleven when I got introduced to this life
A few months later, I got introduced to my wife
But she wasnt just yet, nah, she had a rep for nuttin` niggaz up
And leavin` `em in the streets fetched
She was a hoe, no, she was my fo fo
But she had fucked so many niggaz I had to call her a hoe
But she didn`t mind, Or start complainin` like dump
I just pointed, and she fucked whoever I wanted
Shit got ugly, cuz when I thought she was down wit me
She got in another mans hands, and turned around on me
But you know, how it go, we don`t love them hoes
But when I needed her, she was there, you gotta love my hoe
So we got married, now i`m armed wit a tech
A strange demeanor, she was really calm like myself
I ain`t gon lie I was intimidated, gyeah palms full of sweat
I couldnt let her see it, I remained in blunt, calm, and direct
In my back yard, I got money heated a garden n set
Bombs and a tech, price on my head, wanted for my rest
This is just light weight, y`all flow is light weight
Y`all re-order a light weight, slow daddy ya light weight
I like cakes, the fuck up, I fight shake like what`s up
My mic breaks so cut up, the beat and get fucked up
And a one and a two and a three NOBODY!
Who fuckin` wit us in this mutha fucka?, NOBODY!
Gyeah, holla at me and i`ll holla back
And even when we ain`t around we there, how ya love that?
Misundastood, gods the boss because god made man
And he made me, but I created another man
And I ain`t speakin` from pride, most rappas praisin` they self
Cuz I fuck up, I ain`t perfect I`m ashamed of myself
Playin` games wit myself, feel like I`m changin` myself
Insane by myself, lost from the pain that I felt
Got me starvin`, usin` that last hole that came on my belt
Who do I like?, nobody so I hang by myself
Who do I need?, nobody so I came by myself
And you must understand, see nobody ain`t just myself
I got invisible men, de-blisle mac and
The lizard is cham, We sittin`, we playin` in this pitfull of sin
Objected world domination, what are we gettin` it in
Fire planes, blue skys, or just sit in the pen
Brotha Marcus on lock but we gon stick wit our men
Y`all don`t know pain like yung ro and fifty the twin
And bennin` and marbo, I swear that it`s hard bro
And this heavenly hard road, it`s heavy and god knows
I`m helpless on all fo`s, cuz I see heaven and god knows
Nobody`s a question mark like nine eleven just god knows
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