A Perfect Curse
Can't tell if this a blessing or a curse
Fuck it we'll figure it out after this verse nigga
Been at this shit for a long time, can't tell me it still ain't my turn nigga
I can't wait another minute...
I been waiting to blow up for a long damn time
Tryina catch a nigga slippin you gon' fuck around and step across ya own land mine
Killin these niggas I got a strong alibi
You done pissed off the wrong kinda guy
She wearing nothin but a thong and a tie
Always up for some Bon-appetizer
Thank god that my phone got a bible
Faith strong but everybody needs reminder
Quit playin nigga u don't want no problems
Aim it right at yo Medulla Oblongata!
They be like damn...
Why did you get in this industry?
Because I'm the man! And when I spit everyone envy's me
Because I am everything that these fuck niggas pretend to be
Look I don't pass the rock cuz nigga's pass the rock don't get in the league
Simple as that
These niggas hatin' I pretend to react
Don't cross the line boy it's thin as a crack
These bitch niggas fall back as I begin to attack
Like aww snap they fucked around and got they memory back
Catch me chillin on the west coast...
Got the game on a rope u don't wana see me let go
Bitch I'm a dog catch me at your local petco
Bitch I been killin this shit from the get go nigga
I don't mean to shit on every beat
Killed six God that shit was heavenly
Now I'm focused on makin me a better me
To make sure I'm still the man when I'm 70
I'm at the finish line like its dinner time
Killin all these niggas with this pen of mine
When I kill a Nigga I feel energized
So I keep it moving like the ticking time
Boy this shit is mine!
I ain't got no time for niggas talkin that bitch and that hoe shit...
I'd rather just spark me a blunt and put that bitch in motion
A lot of niggas claim that they headed to the top but I am the closest!
And no I'm not boasting, I!
Burn the track up boy I leave that bitch toasted my verses are potent
And I am not playing wit niggas I'm too busy coaching
I'm out here ballin, so do not leave me open
Yo bitch just called me said her Pussy is soaking
That alcohol has got me leaning' my shoulder
I brought a bottle is u bringing the soda?
I'm killin niggas till I'm meeting my quota
Salute the SGT till this rap shit is over
Fuck it we'll figure it out after this verse nigga
Been at this shit for a long time, can't tell me it still ain't my turn nigga
I can't wait another minute...
I been waiting to blow up for a long damn time
Tryina catch a nigga slippin you gon' fuck around and step across ya own land mine
Killin these niggas I got a strong alibi
You done pissed off the wrong kinda guy
She wearing nothin but a thong and a tie
Always up for some Bon-appetizer
Thank god that my phone got a bible
Faith strong but everybody needs reminder
Quit playin nigga u don't want no problems
Aim it right at yo Medulla Oblongata!
They be like damn...
Why did you get in this industry?
Because I'm the man! And when I spit everyone envy's me
Because I am everything that these fuck niggas pretend to be
Look I don't pass the rock cuz nigga's pass the rock don't get in the league
Simple as that
These niggas hatin' I pretend to react
Don't cross the line boy it's thin as a crack
These bitch niggas fall back as I begin to attack
Like aww snap they fucked around and got they memory back
Catch me chillin on the west coast...
Got the game on a rope u don't wana see me let go
Bitch I'm a dog catch me at your local petco
Bitch I been killin this shit from the get go nigga
I don't mean to shit on every beat
Killed six God that shit was heavenly
Now I'm focused on makin me a better me
To make sure I'm still the man when I'm 70
I'm at the finish line like its dinner time
Killin all these niggas with this pen of mine
When I kill a Nigga I feel energized
So I keep it moving like the ticking time
Boy this shit is mine!
I ain't got no time for niggas talkin that bitch and that hoe shit...
I'd rather just spark me a blunt and put that bitch in motion
A lot of niggas claim that they headed to the top but I am the closest!
And no I'm not boasting, I!
Burn the track up boy I leave that bitch toasted my verses are potent
And I am not playing wit niggas I'm too busy coaching
I'm out here ballin, so do not leave me open
Yo bitch just called me said her Pussy is soaking
That alcohol has got me leaning' my shoulder
I brought a bottle is u bringing the soda?
I'm killin niggas till I'm meeting my quota
Salute the SGT till this rap shit is over
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Writer(s): Jeremiah Edwards
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