Kill
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Chaz to the motherfuckin' front
Shit to the motherfuckin' mo
Kill to the goddamn
To the goddamn
Yuh, yuh, yuh
Okay, don't let 'em slow you down
Don't let 'em hold you back
You don't owe nobody nothin'
Bushes they beatin' 'round
You should do yard work
I'm on like David Ruffin
Nobody here for you, Otis
You ain't worth losin' my focus
I just put on for the hopeless
I probably shoulda been stylish
But I just can't keep on addressin' the phonies
Man, this shit been boilin' since back in the day
Man, I'm so used to a smack in the face
A stab in the back really nothin' to me
Need way more than that to slow down the king
You can never hate on one that wanna be me
You mad at yourself, you don't like what you see
Yeah, you played yourself by playin' your part
The man in the mirror don't know who you are
Keep shootin' yourself in the foot all you want
Then we can see who was right from the jump
Yeah, all of these grudges, it's time for some closure
I'm missin' out on blessings fuckin' with y'all
On everything, I don't need nothin' from y'all
The way I came in this world, that's how I die
Fuck all the fake shit, fuck all the politics, fuck all the blogs
Fuck all the meetings I gotta go to when they
Smile in your face and talk shit when you gone
Sometimes I wanna say fuck bein' signed
Then I think about when I want signed
I know everything happen in due time
Rollin' Mary J but I'm not Obliged
Pussy nigga wait, I'm focusin' on mine
Gotta read the signs, conquer and divide
Okay, I'm on my own two
I don't have nobody else around that I can run to
This is what it come to
Why we always fucked up
When we in the function
We can barely function
Still stand on my own two
I'm on my own two
Okay, don't let 'em slow you down
Don't let 'em hold you back
You don't owe nobody nothin'
Bushes they beatin' 'round
You should do yard work
I'm on like David Ruffin
Nobody here for you, Otis
You ain't worth losin' my focus
I just put on for the hopeless
I probably shoulda been stylish
But I just can't keep on addressin' the phonies
Okay, money bag, money bag
Keep that shit comin' in
Need that shit right now
Andale, andale
Goosie with the wipe down
While you on the tight rope
I'll still be beatin' down
This shit domestic
Feelin' like Hefner
Dead to my old hoes
I gotta fuck 'em and duck 'em, it's Aflac
Man, it's nothin' to me though
When I say I need some
I'm talkin' threesome
Kickin' shit like police want
Thinkin' back, bein' picked out
Imagine bein' the best thing that your city's
Ever seen in a while, been a dream since a child
They say everything ain't what it seems, but for now
Give anything and everything to see
Mama smile, I'm a beast in the wild
That I have to be, you a see, what your eyes can't believe somehow
Should I remind that, you gotta rewind that
You can't get time back, it's all a cost plan, you know
Okay, I'm on my own two
I don't have nobody else around that I can run to
This is what it come to
Why we always fucked up
When we in the function
We can barely function
Still stand on my own two
I'm on my own two
Okay, don't let 'em slow you down
Don't let 'em hold you back
You don't owe nobody nothin'
Bushes they beatin' 'round
You should do yard work
I'm on like David Ruffin
Nobody here for you, Otis
You ain't worth losin' my focus
I just put on for the hopeless
I probably shoulda been stylish
But I just can't keep on addressin' the phonies