I gotta clean slate (remix)

I don't gotta clean slate
I'm still a felon
Faggots tryna set me up and
I want to slice open their melon
People telling lies and
They always wellin and
I don't do no drugs
You don't catch me selling
Yo

I don't gotta clean slate
I'm still a felon
Faggots tryna set me up and
I want to slice open their melon
People telling lies and
They always wellin and
I don't do no drugs
You don't catch me selling
Yo

These bitches so fake and they so gay
These stinking lying faggots
Wanna see me eating off a tray
They evil they wanna see me locked up
Until my hair turn gray
They hate on me cause I got
A lot of flavor
That they can't savor
Fake niggas need to tighten up
Cause I don't like their behavior
These niggas hating so bad
I don't wanna travel
They turn gay on me
Soon I touch they fucking gravel
These groupies washed up
Like a piece of soap
I hope they all hang their self
With a piece of rope
They tried to turn me out but
I told them nope
I drink a lot of Ciroc
So I can cope
These bitches trifling they don't want
Me to have no hope
If one of their friends gets locked up
I hope they don't get a envelope
I hope they get pushed off a slope
Bitch I ain't no target
I don't shoot no dope
You fruitier than a cantaloupe

I don't gotta clean slate
I'm still a felon
Faggots tryna set me up and
I want to slice open their melon
People telling lies and
They always wellin and
I don't do no drugs
You don't catch me selling
Yo

I don't gotta clean slate
I'm still a felon
Faggots tryna set me up and
I want to slice open their melon
People telling lies and
They always wellin and
I don't do no drugs
You don't catch me selling
Yo

It's so many fake faggots out here
That it makes me sick
Bitches not no women
They got a whole dick
I told them fake trannies
I am not your chick
So get off me quick
These niggas so funky
I'm not the one they wanna pick
They think they so slick
I wanna hit em with a stick
I'm am not your trick and
They not worth going to jail
They acting like a bird
They acting like a whole quail
Nigga I don't sell no drugs
I don't need a scale and
I ain't showing my face in the street
I ain't pulling off my veil
Bitches stalking me they confused
I'm not a male and
Their dick stale
They a epic fail
This a hood tale
I ain't go to Yale
Haters tried to stop me but
To no avail
They need to carry their
Whole fucking tail
They gone make me travel
To the fucking Appalachian trail

I don't gotta clean slate
I'm still a felon
Faggots wanna set me up and
I want to slice open their melon
People telling lies and
They always wellin and
I don't do no drugs
You don't catch me selling
Yo

I don't gotta clean slate
I'm still a felon
Faggots tryna set me up and
Imma have to slice open their melon
People telling lies and
They always wellin and
I don't do no drugs
You don't catch me selling
Yo

My enemies smelly
I wanna hit em in the belly
I don't wanna be ya celly
Imma slice you up
Like a piece of meat from the deli

I don't gotta clean slate
I'm still a felon
Yeah and It is what it is nigga

Holy Death



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