Knuckles
When I was down on my Knuckles y'all ani't give me shit
I was blowing out the bag I had to start selling pit
Too many times in my life yea I wanted to quit
I don't know why niggas hattin I never did no hoe shit
Yea I never did no hoe shit
You a hoe at heart nigga close yo lips
You was raised on lil uzi I was raised on tip
And its still Suge Tate I will take yo shit
Yea its still Suge Tate I will take yo shit
Then paint his bitch face like a makeup kit
Nigga you don't won't smoke you be sparking incenses
So when I fuck you over son it is not incest
Ima mud baby I anit never had shit
Why you think that Im mad Im forever pissed
So when I crack yo shit yo know why Jadakiss
That last bar I was on some lazy shit
Choppa bring the Demons out me Im on some crazy shit
Nigga I grew up in the darkness on some shady shit
Hit his memory card yea Ill erase his shit
Like a PS2 you cant play me bitch
Or a Sega you better read Genesis
You don't want war the arms a get em this the end of this bitch
Y'all niggas hoes I don't care who Im offending and shit
I was with yo bitch she real clingly and shit
She topped me off all I did was finger the bitch
And the head was so fire I had to get her a lift
Now it back to the sauce you I been had the drip
And I always kept a hustle man Rip Nip
Why you feel some type of way you a hatter lil bitch
So when I slap yo ass its gone help my career
I said its only one God and no nigga I fear
I'm behind tress strapped like Im hunting for deer
Don't even fuck with some of my family this shit real
I been flowing like a fish my nigga I been Eel
Hit you with that tropic thunder you Ben Still
Choppa hit his whip make his shit do a windmill
I'm shooter the NBA tryna get me 10 mill
I got it out the mud nigga I come from goodwill
When I was down on my Knuckles y'all ani't give me shit
I was blowing out the bag I had to start selling pit
Too many times in my life yea I wanted to quit
I don't know why niggas hattin I never did no hoe shit
Yea I never did no hoe shit
You a hoe at heart nigga close yo lips
You was raised on lil uzi I was raised on tip
And its still Suge Tate I will take yo shit
Yea its still Suge Tate I will take yo shit
Then paint his bitch face like a makeup kit
Nigga you don't won't smoke you be sparking incenses
So when I fuck you over son it is not incest
Ima mud baby I anit never had shit
I was blowing out the bag I had to start selling pit
Too many times in my life yea I wanted to quit
I don't know why niggas hattin I never did no hoe shit
Yea I never did no hoe shit
You a hoe at heart nigga close yo lips
You was raised on lil uzi I was raised on tip
And its still Suge Tate I will take yo shit
Yea its still Suge Tate I will take yo shit
Then paint his bitch face like a makeup kit
Nigga you don't won't smoke you be sparking incenses
So when I fuck you over son it is not incest
Ima mud baby I anit never had shit
Why you think that Im mad Im forever pissed
So when I crack yo shit yo know why Jadakiss
That last bar I was on some lazy shit
Choppa bring the Demons out me Im on some crazy shit
Nigga I grew up in the darkness on some shady shit
Hit his memory card yea Ill erase his shit
Like a PS2 you cant play me bitch
Or a Sega you better read Genesis
You don't want war the arms a get em this the end of this bitch
Y'all niggas hoes I don't care who Im offending and shit
I was with yo bitch she real clingly and shit
She topped me off all I did was finger the bitch
And the head was so fire I had to get her a lift
Now it back to the sauce you I been had the drip
And I always kept a hustle man Rip Nip
Why you feel some type of way you a hatter lil bitch
So when I slap yo ass its gone help my career
I said its only one God and no nigga I fear
I'm behind tress strapped like Im hunting for deer
Don't even fuck with some of my family this shit real
I been flowing like a fish my nigga I been Eel
Hit you with that tropic thunder you Ben Still
Choppa hit his whip make his shit do a windmill
I'm shooter the NBA tryna get me 10 mill
I got it out the mud nigga I come from goodwill
When I was down on my Knuckles y'all ani't give me shit
I was blowing out the bag I had to start selling pit
Too many times in my life yea I wanted to quit
I don't know why niggas hattin I never did no hoe shit
Yea I never did no hoe shit
You a hoe at heart nigga close yo lips
You was raised on lil uzi I was raised on tip
And its still Suge Tate I will take yo shit
Yea its still Suge Tate I will take yo shit
Then paint his bitch face like a makeup kit
Nigga you don't won't smoke you be sparking incenses
So when I fuck you over son it is not incest
Ima mud baby I anit never had shit
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Writer(s): Samuel Tate
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