Lyrics

This is what happens when good turns to evil Forget the scrapping I'm in your hood clapping on people People wanna play me as I'm soft or something So forget the talking I'll rush 'em and leave 'em with a small concussion What y'all think it is I bless it like a handkerchief Now get on your pees and Qs come and thank the kid For not shanking you then spanking up your wiz As I hit it from the back Laps get wicked on the track I'm ridiculous in fact call me friction on a match Freddy fire starter while there's fiction in your raps One of the flyest martyrs spitting scripture to these cats Blessing the mic is my essence to life Besides that I'm trying to stay sexing these dikes I'm like what the fuck y'all want to hate on me for I gave you everything now put your face on the floor Cuz y'all some selfish ingrates Mad cuz I got it locked down like some cells and a inmate Wait think it through just stay in your place Or have your face in your food while you saying your grace huh Friends turn to foes that's just how it goes Now keep your lips clothes or they fishing out your clothes whoa From the nearest river crystal clear is how I'm painting this picture And I ain't gonna miss ya so hit the brakes homie With all that chatter cuz you'll be apologizing like that shit will really mater After the damage is done you can't manage to run And the saddest part about it this man was my son but um Kids nowadays way to big for they britches They getting bagged once and talking to pigs as snitches Say my name and they digging in ditches so Simmer down and wait it out a minute yo
Writer(s): Alfred Lapitino Iii Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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