Lyrics

If not I'm gettin' dirty We can go inside and stay in Who that talking down, on Mike D The decision of your life now whatcha gonna do How can you beat a G a week in '88? Throwing my shit outside on the front lawn She still thinks I'm coming home So recognize this, who the nicest In the icy candy paint I'm the rap soloist that you can't resist Man we can't, man we ain't His shit look like spray paint I had to move on They're puking on my lawn From my imagination You the stank pussy motherfucker! Out of frustration came aggravation Cause you know the God's butter Yo ain't no sucker So even more scars accumulated Had to keep it g rated Bound to make your neck snap I wear a silk Guess denim, and alligators Yo, I'm like a superhero in rap Fuck you, to all you haters Your niece and nephews, and your baby brothers Like I ain't never seen before Don't you recognize me anymore? Ain't broke a law in your life Get a get-right pass at midnight mass I'm tired, I'm tired of living li-ife Or duck with orange feet, with your stupid ass My task to be fast from the rhythmic liquid moving mass refresh edit delete source rapgenius I possess the blood of a hustler, pumping through my veins And I can leave with the phattest bitch, swervin lanes Like, just turn the highs way down, there we go Throwing my shit outside on the front lawn Crankin' up yo' dance flo' screaming GA hoe The Barry Bonds of any song your hear me on Iceberg Smith taught me how to move like a don I only trust a-alikes, And trust they will fight First as I right, recite and ignite