歌词
Yeah, nigga
I'm gon ahead and murder this shit
Voice gone and shit, I think it's gonna make it sound a little I'll, just a little iller
Yup, Fayettenam, nigga
Yea, Carolina blue kicks pedal to the medal
Feeling like a puppet and the devil is Geppetto
Letter to the ghetto-hold ya head high
You can pick apart my raps I ain't told ya na' lie
I want a little dark, I like to ****ing a tan line
Go on, look for a better nigga, girl you can't find
Fine young man with an old man mind,
no time for the tickle, **** the whole mankind
Aw no ma'am, I'm an old land mime
I been waiting to blow up for a long damn time, now I'm armed and I'm-
Fayettenam's finest, Carolina saviour, pussy blazer
Only on occasion cause my mind be racing
Lost in my thoughts so my eyes be Asian
Thinking how these rap niggas got to be faking
Whole style obviously copied, pasted-plagiarized swag
May arrived last but when it's all said and done I'm a be ahead of them
Way that I describe it, prescribe a ****ing medicine
Way that I be fly-I be higher than the Jet-e-sons
Moving on up, ****ing higher than the Jeffersons
All about the Benjamin's, bad chicks send em' in!
Basic hoes toss em out! -can't even get waffle house
Hating niggas chalk em out! -Go and get the coffin out
What chu talking bout?
Little man, my nigga hair burning you not even a little tan
I'm I'll enough to kill cancer, baby I'm Chemo
Down in Miami, and I throw like Marino
Get a whole lot of you know, and she bald like an eagle.-0, not up top
But down there, she said she want to hop on top girl I don't care
You better get yours before I reach mines cause then I'm throwing peace signs
If you a freak I can take you to ya peak, girl I do it to the maxima-Nissan
And I hope you a believer
I'm quarterbacking trynna get cha open like receivers
Far from an overnight achievers, Cole is like the leader of the new niggas!
To tell the truth, I'm only ******* with a few *******s, if that!
The rest of ya'll niggas is lapped
I sit back, and reflect on the rap game I came from out of no where
*******, I swear those lames ain't know how to prepare
Got *******s shouting out "The Ville-I got to go there! "
Boy, don't you know you get shot over there?
I say my prayers cause this life ain't fair,
A bunch of backstabbing niggas hope the knife ain't there
A bunch of temptation facing when your wife ain't there
Yea late at night, when I got the phone call and made her right
When my crib was straight ahead, shorty gave me head
Hit it then I quit it before she even made the bed
Damn I'm no good
But damn it's so good
I'm picturing that body like a camera phone would
Something like Rihanna while I'm up in that *******
Type of chick that only dress in something thats designer
I could give a ******* long as there's something that's behind her
Got the type of bump that make a dog want to hump her
Back to the topic-actually forgot it
Hoes, money, I'm the shit... oh yea I'm reminded
The way I put the words together cleverly align them
These other rap niggas shouldn't never be a problem
And I'm ghost! *******! yeah!