Fat Pat's Revenge (feat. DeLorean)

Look my return like the form of karma
I know some niggas that'll turn they mama
Aint no code of honor
It's a shit show fast sho
We brung the armor
You know
Something like a city in a burning sauna
You know
Feeling like Diddy how he run the numbers
He think he silly
Till he run into some dumb and dumber
Consequences in yo actions playa
Where the comprehension
Start to listen
Pay ya dues homie cost of living
Yea them boys up the way finally caught you slippin
Say goodbye to yo misses she been so submissive

Habitual hustlas watch em up the digits
Habitual hustla watch em up the digits

Three time offenders who got to touch a milli
Pray them dealers don't triple diine
Till they up and chillin
Millionaire dreams federal nightmares
He at the funeral clean homie in nike airs
Granny in tears told em fight faire
Homie had a pistol he pissing all in his white pairs

Habitual hustlas watch em up the digits
Habitual hustla watch em up the digits
Habitual hustlas watch em up the digits
Habitual hustla watch em up the digits
Habitual hustlas watch em up the digits
Habitual hustla watch em up the digits

Boys steady talking diine imma put it in they muthafucking face
But imma let you know nigga im in the sto
About to kick in the muthafucking doe
Tellin ya its going muthafuckity diine



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Writer(s): Marcus Roberts
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