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Don't Eat the Fruit
Elcamino
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Yo, uh, yo, uh, yo, uh
Yo, yo, uh, yo, uh
Compare me to the Martins and the Malcolm Xs
I'm just well-protected, rip through your flesh with this MAC-11
I'm with the goons, just feel like past protection
Sneak diss on a song, I come through with the Wesson
I'm crashing your session
Uh, you know when I craft this electric
I'd rather rap than be posted in the trap or just blasting my weapon
I mastered this shit, that's why all my fans asking me questions
Like "Where you been?" I'm just crossing shit off on my checklist
Oh, what's next? I'm 'bout to cop a new necklace
Too rich to drive a Lexus, I barely spend this shit
I make investments, uh, I kidnap grown men
And make 'em make confessions
I just run up in they crib soon as they least expect it
I'm connected, you need me Lord, that's where you fucked up at
You see me Lord? (You see me Lord?)
You see me nigga? (You see me nigga?)
You fucking stupid (Stupid nigga)
This for my, this for my
Yo, yo, this for my lil' niggas having shootouts in broad day
The lil' niggas with nickel bags on Broadway
The crack lords, uptown and down the way
The dope fiends, y'all the reason we getting paid
This for my lil' niggas having shootouts in broad day
The lil' niggas with nickel bags on Broadway
The crack lords, uptown and down the way
The dope fiends, y'all the reason we getting cake
Yo, yo, this for the jack boys, ski masks on, you know the drill
These fuck niggas, they broke and knocked and can't afford they bills
Bums, niggas owe me still
I put a bag on your head, now it's just up to who want the kill
I fucked the bitch off straight G, man I ain't gotta front the chill
I mean we talking bums, they can't afford they bills, uh
My jit on his fourth body but he don't even count his kills
That nigga bugged out, I keep him 'round me still, uh
They scraping up dollars still while mine was worth a mil'
A lot of niggas, they stunt, but ain't 'bout it for real
Pussy nigga, I advise you to chill
Long steel for any nigga that want it, man I'm still down to drill
Uh, this shit could go downhill
I keep the pound still, man I'm around still
Yo, y'all niggas man, y'all niggas better
I be seeing them lil' comments and shit man
I know what's going on, I'm 'bout to do it
This for my lil' niggas having shootouts in broad day
The lil' niggas with nickel bags on Broadway
The crack lords, uptown and down the way
The dope fiends, y'all the reason we getting paid
This for my lil' niggas having shootouts in broad day
The lil' niggas with nickel bags on Broadway
The crack lords, uptown and down the way
The dope fiends, y'all the reason we getting cake
It's always the fuck niggas that hate though
You ever notice that?
See the real get money niggas, niggas that's really getting money
We be too busy fucking bitches
Rocking all the shit, we got all the shit
It's always the bums, you know?
I see y'all bum ass niggas too
Looking doodoo
Bitches doodoo
Whips doodoo
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