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(Whoo Kid)
If I was a killer, I would be like Luigi
Do it real clean, treat the strap like a squeegee (ok)
Everybody fuck with you and everyone needy
How the fuck we put the co-exist when everyone greedy?
That's why I move by myself, I don't need no one help
Hit the lick on my lonely 'cause they might just tell
Every one of you fake, y'all plastic as hell
Me and soft-ass rappers, man, we never gon' gel
I pray the thugs keep thuggin'
The hoes keep goin'
The fat asses shakin' while the liquor keep pourin'
And they keep lookin'
'Cause I keep winnin'
And I keep a, huh
So I keep grinnin', I'm (yeah)
Turnin' a hat to a halo (fuck a rap nigga, yeah)
Turnin' a hat to a halo (fuck a rap nigga, yeah)
Turnin' a hat to a halo (fuck a rap nigga, yeah)
Turnin' a hat to a halo
Okay, the bottom line is I'm a crook with a deal
If my records don't sell, I'ma rob and steal
If a nigga act tough, I don't even gotta shoot 'em
I'ma give they ass the beats like a fuckin' producer
Play 'em like MPC, now he on NBC
Now he on Channel 5 and I won't say a peep
If the hounds looking for me, I'ma throw 'em a treat
They find a clue like they Shaggy, I'm like it wasn't me, huh
So many imaginary opps, niggas don't even be gangsta
But they gangsta 'cause of the Glock (woo)
So many imaginary thugs, all you rap niggas licks
Finna rob 'em for they buzz, uh
Yeah, the thugs keep thuggin'
The hoes keep goin' (let's get it, y'all)
The fat asses shakin' while the liquor keep pourin' (what?)
And they keep lookin'
'Cause I keep winnin' (let's go)
And I keep a, huh
So I keep grinnin', I'm
Turnin' a hat to a halo (fuck a rap nigga, yeah)
Turnin' a hat to a halo (fuck a rap nigga, yeah)
Turnin' a hat to a halo (fuck a rap nigga, yeah)
Turnin' a hat to a halo (yeah)
And I'm in the day room, right?
My man from the Southside was listening to this
Yo, he's bobbin' his head like this
So I put the headphones in my man ear
He got to dancin' like shit, that joint catchy as a motherfucker
Plot twist, rewind back to 2010 in front of the judge for my sentence
State gave me fifteen and they dropped the gavel
Could've got away with three, but I wouldn't tattle
Made parole and then I got out early, early
Hit the studio with Lo and had to rock out sturdy, sturdy
That's why it's real in my eyes, I made it here, no surprise
If I did the whole time, I'd be out in 2025 ('25, '25)