I been up all night, no time for rest
I got propane eyes, with a perrier
Mix my drink, think better yet
Like I fucked your bitch now the bedding wet
Seen my state I won't barter
See my dates I don't boda
Seen my face I bleed father
Cease the lane and I'm nada
Redhot, fuck a headshot, bedrock
Said what, 42 be the send off, end of
Discussion, you coming with nothing
We blood in like cutting, no more
Slept on, sucka next on, best o,
Drop bomb, trip 1 in the Benz off, end of
Discussion we sucking on uppers
You crushing the blaze, I'm turning the grave
And I'm ready right now, wouldn't bet on my down
thats a 55 pound, but if he 25 out
fuck the mold i break, shrug the shoulder ay
I'm a fuck the picture, got a suicide flow
Came to fuck the bitch up, needa get in my zone
201 ya sista, take a bit a my home
never touch the picture, I'm on it
gone blow in a sec ma, wouldn't wanna be on the road I get blood
gone blow in a sec ma, swear to god I put it all in tech truck
gone blow in a sec I'm, sick of you fuckers embedding your brother
but running for cover, when gunning is butter
if x is a cutter, you fuckers just fuck ups
I don't give no fucks for the past
Still spit bars passing the weed
In town with the youth and pound in the boot
And my brothers stay running from an RBT
Hit the blunt with Triple One, then switch it up
You motherfuckers can't be me
Burning weed with some Herbal tea
While billy be on the guns like an rpg
Still in the dark I'm smoking,
Still in the park with dope shit
Still got love for my ex-girl and my next girl
They both ended up heart broken, (uh)
Should I pray to god or pray to Allah
Just let the devil come take me to hell
Triple ones I'm on a triple si,
I keep the swisher lit while I be blazing the L
Lights up, yes I light the roach
With my heart beat under a microscope
And I might just go the bill, where they slang ya sticks
Bang ya bitch for the lines of blow
Still wanna hear my bars?
Feel my pain, see my scars?
I treat my memories just like my enemies
Fuck it I bury them, bury them, (uh-uh-uh)
I said fuck the lies, I can't breathe
Sometimes but I must survive, must survive
Can't breathe but I must survive, must survive
Cause I've been here a hundred times,
I said fuck the lies, I can't breathe
Sometimes but I must survive, must survive,
Can't breathe but I must survive, must survive,
Cause I've been here a hundred times,
I wake every morning, thinking what'll Marty do today
Weather out my pain, So I never rock the blue or grey
Head up on my shoulders got them boulders, cause I'm frugal now
No love up in my pocket, Only dockets when they shake me down
Aye, I gotta fat fill to lay, Pay, I run a tight-knit all day
Hey, rockin em up bring the pain, I click out the jaw and rotate the brain
Feelin the wave in my cup, coughing a bomb out my lung
Sharpen a blade when I cut, All the bitches wanna fuck,
Rip the tummy and the guts
I'm on a fiery road, no sleep for the wicked I'm speakin code
Somebody done writ in my diary tho, they told me to run if I cut the node
Whenever I'm on a permanent trip, trippin on ego and trippin on saggy tits
I'm a motherfucking mind master, trademark my style and my yellow dick
I'm talking bout airmax, thick brow, chubby cheeks, chinky eyes that'll never cry
Wet wet, drip drip, water round me, like an island I, can't deny
My mother says, I'm just a shell, my soul to take, not a boy that she raised up
Got paper cuts up on my heart I'm underneath, stone cold when I wreck the beat
Triple One, watch me triple dunk
I start trippin cuz, smoking missile blunts
And If chips get large then the shit will come
But we got pistol bars, watch the grips get done
Nah, no rap tough guy they bluffing
And, they just act rough, they nothing
Man, it's fuck that stuff that you puffing
Bland, same old raps that you touching
Benders in bedrooms, I'm off of my head
Bending my bars brudda, off with your head
See she's banging a star, ain't no crossing her legs
I'll mangle your mah, till she's swallowing eggs
f******ur shouts, I'm insano man
You just play doe fam, I don't play do'es jams
Weak ass emcees the sayo clan
And if I catch them slipping I'm a take ones hand
Ahh here I go tripping again
Stick with the flipping, don't dip in again
I'm ticking this bomb wants a victim or ten
Yelling sicker than kers with my dick in a fan
Bitches want dick from the menace
Grant em a wish back and forth like in tennis
If you go stand in my court it's a sentence
I'm telling the brand and the source I'm a end-this (cunts)
I am the one you should fear
Mumma had four boys don't fuck with us here,
Making some noise but you duds in the rear
You faking ya noise but you done for the year
I am back now, watch man disappear
They're In backgrounds with hands in the air
You gon' back down, when I go track dow,
When I lay tracks down, we gvng of the year
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Wild Fire - Triple One
