Heather Grey 2
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Yo, fuck 'em
TCP
This is what you asked for, right?
What's up, nigga?
When the body is exhumed, just assume the worst
You niggas live it worse, I figure worst
Case scenario, I move to Liverpool, duckin' Interpol
Up the pole, y'all scared of police, but beef with each other
Every brother my color hate my brother, no wonder
Stakes is high, milk the game, tuggin' at the udders
Give a fuck about a nigga, black, white or other
It's nothin', I hit the game winner at the buzzer
Champagne at the press conference, pompous bastard
I put your arm in a cast, could've been a casket
Count your blessings, doctors cutting through the plaster
Master bedroom, main floor, alabaster
Sculptures, understand this a different culture
I'm thinking 'bout a building, license it for horticulture
The grow house, I got it on me every time I go out
But really, I'm a businessman, mastermind of roll outs
But not for no clout, indeed, I'm in the big league
Hopping out the Genesis, all you bitches get
Is hard dick and bubblegum, no Big League Chew
Bulletproof under the hoodie, and the gray too
Life threw me lemons, lemonade too
Made foes, straight 8-0s, had a gauge too
Plain clothes, vacate those, I hopped the gate too, blew it
I'm the influence, I got to thank who? Stupid
Niggas playing with fire, when you ripping and running
Won't be a day to admire, it's stressful
But end of the night, I'm thankful and tired, respectful
Head on the ice, your angel is higher, I got 'em
Chill
I got 'em
Right
Yo, yeah
I don't owe these niggas nothing, show me
As of now, I gotta show these niggas something
Every nigga 'round you ain't your homie or your bousin
It was looking pretty ugly, now it's phony and disgusting
Ask him, he'll tell you he did it
I even told him respect the speed limit
It doesn't matter, the love is shattered
I'm still doing what he didn't