nigga twisted. Never shot a nigga, I don't gotta get convicted, Cause if I say the word, your whole squad is getting lifted. What up then? Niggas ain't saying nothing? Shut up
flame out. Straight up, I got my back against the brick wall, I'm from a world where niggas never pop no Cristal, it was pistols. You pass through, you
paper And caked up like six layers of thick make up On a self conscious chick overcompensating for A cups [Chorus - Mike Posner] Just because you know me, you
my Benz, 20 G's on my rims 5 G's just laying on the floor I party, hit the dope and give you 5 G's son The old man never seen that much cash before 700
up? You ain't never heard a *** rap like-like this before I got an addictive flow that'll give you satisfaction Wanna make you satisfied, even if it
, damn, never take a stand Never tell them boys information on your fam Never tell them n-ggas information where you stand Cuz they change like the weather, when you wait where you
ya face you black Yo, yo, who think I don't got it? I'm like workin' with a bird, I got long product Give it to you raw, won't chop it New York niggas
you non juggalos gonna do? We know you see us, a gang of painted faces comin through You gonna run, you gonna hide You gonna try to say that you got
bites the nuts, kid What now? what? What? You tricked me, that's right, we tricked you You tricked me, what you thought You tricked me You knew I was on to you
And when you be serving you might see work On Club Nina when you walk up you might be hurt You might skee skirt Cause you ain't getting in if you ain
we spit we sayin' you (Come on!) Real shit I split ya frame du' Have ya name all mixed up with bad news What you tryna prove I blow you out ya shoes
is a true story, check it out though Ulcers hurt my salary, alter my personality Give it to you real, I can't feed my culture no fallacy You know my
biggatses Imagine me get a biggatses get her a Lexus You figuring reckless maybe I'm sexist So back up let me strap up Before you give cam that clap up I'm gone have to clack up
I hit em up Mashin an blastin shotguns with the fat man Load the tech up Strap ya best up Connect gang The insane west gang Bout to get they crest up
it creeping up slow, have you felt it too? Have you noticed the look, have you felt the feel? Did it make you blush when the piggy squealed? Have you heard what they say, did you
Live it up or give it up till my grave nigga Chorus: Young Noble: Edi life is what you make it You living to die Homie life is what you make it I'm
it hit you You gon do a 360 pretty swiftly when i burn you to a crisp you ganna be cruncher than chips wit mah hand all up in da bag munchin on tha shit
, oh, brother totem pole I saw your legends lined up And I never felt more natural Apart, I just came apart Please, please, please, sister Socrates You