F**k Ya Life
What is it you want from me?
Is it make you believe?
I got power to be the bestest, no?
What do you want from me?
Is it help you to see?
I got power to be the bestest, no?
I can make you believe about once or twice
I put you up on the scene, when I touch the mic
Then have you feeling like demons come in the night
Then keep you scared of the eerie, your fight or flight
The bride of Chucky, I marry, than fuck ya wife
I slice ya stomach & cherries, than-
(Fuck ya life)
I got a touch of the weary
So, please don't try me or dare me
If you see these dogs in ya front yard
Just know upstairs, i'm going hard
Bing-Bong
What is it you want from me?
Is it make you believe?
I got power to be the bestest, no?
What do you want from me?
Is it help you to see?
I got power to be the bestest, no?
All these niggas just chat, going tit for tat
I'll leave you bloody than Mary when I touch the Mac
Could give an F like some Fendi, but i'm spitting facts
You penny pinching for pennies, you ain't proud of that
Blood sugar's high, the stakes is low
My niggas black, talk what they toting
My demons go in
My people gone win
My pockets so fat, yo pockets so thin
Umm that doesn't make no sense
My man, why wouldn't I?
What is it you want from me?
Is it make you believe?
I got power to be the bestest, no?
What do you want from me?
Is it help you to see?
I got power to be the bestest, no?
Is it make you believe?
I got power to be the bestest, no?
What do you want from me?
Is it help you to see?
I got power to be the bestest, no?
I can make you believe about once or twice
I put you up on the scene, when I touch the mic
Then have you feeling like demons come in the night
Then keep you scared of the eerie, your fight or flight
The bride of Chucky, I marry, than fuck ya wife
I slice ya stomach & cherries, than-
(Fuck ya life)
I got a touch of the weary
So, please don't try me or dare me
If you see these dogs in ya front yard
Just know upstairs, i'm going hard
Bing-Bong
What is it you want from me?
Is it make you believe?
I got power to be the bestest, no?
What do you want from me?
Is it help you to see?
I got power to be the bestest, no?
All these niggas just chat, going tit for tat
I'll leave you bloody than Mary when I touch the Mac
Could give an F like some Fendi, but i'm spitting facts
You penny pinching for pennies, you ain't proud of that
Blood sugar's high, the stakes is low
My niggas black, talk what they toting
My demons go in
My people gone win
My pockets so fat, yo pockets so thin
Umm that doesn't make no sense
My man, why wouldn't I?
What is it you want from me?
Is it make you believe?
I got power to be the bestest, no?
What do you want from me?
Is it help you to see?
I got power to be the bestest, no?
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