House gang house gang House gang house gang And you know how we ride In that sl playin slv On the house, get 'em Guess who's back, turnin' the track in the mix Made for diabetics with diarrhea, think it's just sweet
A thug mc, even though I'm all about money I found time to throw it away with swiss beats House gang, hardest fools 'round Don juan's up, garden tools down Black rolls royce ridin' up the coast Niggas left me for dead, I came back in that ghost
The resurrection Can't spell sex without the letter x so this is a letter to every x I'm sexin', I get the best aura, no question Pectoral shit, we ouchea flexin' Yea, that's the slaughterhouse team Looking down on ballers as if we as tall as yao ming Fly is what we are without wings Like scientist studyin' the environment, we all about green
I fuck any girl that I want Vallet leave my car out in front Told me I wouldn't go far From a nobody to a star If that's where you're takin' me You've been mistakin' me I'm still here amazingly Everyday I thank God for making me who I am
These raps from a smoker's lungs Climb the ladder to success, get the broken wrongs See I'm now never guessin', was a token bum Mail box full of subpoenas, I might open one Guess the cops didn't learn that these warrants don't phase 'em Live in my mind, how could bars ever cage him? Give me a break, I'm a law abiding citizen And I kill the cell mate if there's nothing there
Some say that I'm mean Now they got it fucked up, I just say what I mean It was never 'bout money, I was chasin' a dream And now I'm proof that rage can beat the machine I took being the sickest way over being the richest If you focused on me I ain't doing half bad Right there in the airs, I solemnly swear That the joke was on me but I got the last laugh
I fuck any girl that I want Vallet leave my car out in front Told me I wouldn't go far From a nobody to a star If that's where you're takin' me You've been mistakin' me I'm still here amazingly Everyday I thank God for making me who I am
My real name, my rap shit No bed frame, just a mattress Tryna light the stove, lookin' for a book of matches Losing in a hole but your medals getting practice Flickin' drow action In a zip lock from an old package Niggas better be lucky that I'm so passive I'm a blow pass it like a coke habit You afraid of me then you afraid you'll ever flow massive I sit a raid and fit it over beau jackson's jeans horse shoe Under the horse polo relaxin' With a horse shotgun and a porchlight
And the horses brag You be doing horse tryna call cab A merrier with the new york of swag Got me a cast as massachusetts, I be throwin' in the boston crab This a toast to the streets Where they eat your food down to the bon apetit So don't turn your cheek My real name, my rap shit The messiah of real rap shit
Nod your head, make a face like you're sitting on the toilet And it's real hard to crap shit, yea I make that shit Put it gat clappers on a silver night Who opens soda to the right? You know Switch your gat backward I wrote a track with a tack in my gen sport So who the fuck said I don't do this for the backpackers? Come on
One hit in my piff and you call if I got pot Top notch at the minimum cost Do me a favour, take your little nix and get lost The only time you get to pee is when I'm pissin' you off I mean ringin' the borough, everybody Would tell you the same thing, I'm thorough And I could still kill in the field where They kill cause I'm real, never ran, never will
I fuck any girl that I want Vallet leave my car out in front Told me I wouldn't go far From a nobody to a star If that's where you're takin' me You've been mistakin' me I'm still here amazingly Everyday I thank God for making me who I am
Compositores: Ryan D Montgomery (Royce), Joseph Anthony Budden (Joseph Budden), Dominick Wickliffe (Crooked I), Raymond Diaz, Joell Christopher Ortiz (Joell Ortiz) ECAD: Obra #17972782