Uh, yeah, rabbit the ripper (One of them )
Rabbit the motherfuckin' ripper, nigga (One of them days)
Yeah, yeah
Roll a blunt, spit a rap, run it back again (Yeah)
Hit my cousin out in Memphis, he on that pack again (Yeah)
Two thousand blues, I put that in two boxes of shoes
Sometimes I get a rush, the money don't always justify my moves
I need it fast and easy because I spend that shit so rapidly
These hoes claws in a nigga, it got a clamp on me (Grrah, grrah)
Niggas set me up, they put a trap on me
Words could never quantify my pain, I gotta go channelin', what's happenin'? (Grrah)
It's feelin' like one of them days, when I wake up and I feel endin' this shit (Phew, phew)
Go out fast and furious, drive my Porsche right off this cliff and shit (Phew, grrah)
Ex ho fuckin' my enemies, tellin' these niggas where I live and shit
We gon' be shootin' for days, I got grenades inside my crib and shit (Pop, pop, pop)
Judge be usin' my lyrics, so I should just stop, I can't defend this shit
Crackers could really put me in the pen just off my penmanship
Vain against the game, but, bitch, I still ain't change my membership (Oh yeah, nigga)
I need to go take a rest, I'm way too blessed to be out here killin' shit
You dead if you don't feel this shit (Grrah)
Enemy of my enemy ain't my friend, we way too deep to make amends
I want them both dead in the end (Bitch), so I got a plan 'cause niggas be plottin'
I go on a mission 'cause I got the motive
K on my shoulder, heart so cold, I walked through Hell and it froze over (Woo, phew)
Shook his hand when I last seen him, said it was love, but I ain't mean it (Grrah)
Gotta be fake with a fake nigga, ain't no cake, I'm a gravedigger (Bitch)
Bitch, I take your whole estate, I Crystal Lakes, stalk and chase niggas (Go)
Got this fin tatted in my skin, I ain't no cake, I'm a made nigga (Go, grrah)
Starin' at the devil in my rear view mirror (Yeah, uh)
Lotta shit done broke my heart, but now my vision clear (Uh)
Ho, you on some wicked shit, I could feel it in your spirit (Grrah)
Quick when I dismiss a bitch, that's when they start missin' periods (Uh)
Miss me with that bullshit
It's the bald baby Jesus, bitch, I should be in the pool pit
Fuck that, I should have cocaine in a 80's Mercedes Pullman
Man, these niggas wasn't them boys in the hood, they was Cuba Gooding's (Ah)
I turn 'em into Ricky's (Brr)
This like one of them days when I black out and I start wackin' shit (Grrah)
Niggas be tryna trick me off these streets, it's deeper than rappin', bitch
Homies treat me like a ATM, I stay financin' shit
It's funny 'cause when I was down, I couldn't ask for shit
In my cell, I'm callin' God, collect and sittin' here wonderin' why he ain't answerin' (Ayy)
But you can't miss no steps when it's the devil that you been dancin' with (Grrah)
Crackers smack done put me in mansions with wood paneling (Yeah)
This fortune got me tortured, this fame shit, I can't handle it, shit, uh (Yeah)
Yeah, this fortune got me tortured, this fame shit, I can't handle it, shit (Uh)
This fortune got me tortured, this fame shit, I can't handle it, shit
Yeah (Yeah)
Yeah
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