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(Yeah, bitch, I got Paul on the beat)
Honeykomb Jr., Bitch, yeah
Ayy, free Juvie, man
No free Big Duke, man
Free my motherfuckin' daddy, man
Free PT, man
Yeah, I'm sayin' free all my real niggas out the chain gang, man
You know we screamin' fuck 12 and a bed sprang, man
You know what I'm sayin'?
Like we ain't lettin' shit hold us back, nigga
You know this shit straight off the head with acapella in the joint, man
(Ayy, Riq, what's up, boy?)
I put this on everything, I'm screamin' fuck 12 and a bed sprang
Fuck about takin' a rest, I'm chasin' a check I'll sleep when I'm dead, man
I'm some' like head man, I just met a new bitch with some head game
She say she know yoga, I'm tryna fold her up like a spaghetti string
Remember the old days, they say I wouldn't be shit but I'm bigger now
Remember them cold trays in the jail cell, it's lobster for dinner now
These bitches be throwin' pussy, these niggas be at my head like some clippers now
I be so paranoid, I'm talkin' 'bout I pump my gas with my pistol out
I know that these niggas plottin', that why I surround myself round nothin' but killers now
All I got to do is send them out, I'm a big dog like Clifford now
We treat niggas like dinner dates, you know we just pull up and take 'em out
And jump on the interstate, and shoot a lil' text message like, "I made it out"
I miss my nigga Boogie, I can't forget about 'em, he got thirty-five
I'm sweatin' his parole date, ayy, they need to free my dog 'fore I break him out
Playin' with the profit, turn 'em upside down, shake 'em out
Make believe niggas, I never thought it was so many fakers
Gotta pray for these niggas, I never thought it was so many haters
Excuse me, Father God, I need a favor, I'm like straight up
If I ever go to sleep hatin' on a nigga, ayy, don't let me wake up
It's a lot of shit about these fake ass rappers, I 'on't know where to start with 'em
They be screamin', "Fuck 12," in a song, be right in the car with 'em
But you a hard nigga, it ain't your fault, no, it ain't your fault
Your granddaddy died for tellin', your mama ain't shit and your daddy was soft
And your uncle 'em was just some bitches, and both of your brothers was flaw
And your lil' sister ate me up by the way and I came in her mouth
I know they don't like this, I come off the head the same way I write shit
You know I'll fight quick, but I keep the strap like a dyke bitch
I talk with the big man, I told 'em turn me on like a light switch
I got some big plans, you know I can execute 'em with the right shit
I'm breakin' down white grit, in a hotel with a white bitch
But this how I got to be, can't fuck with these niggas 'cause you know they might snitch
I be like fuck the law, I wouldn't cooperate for a light sentence
You know I love all my dogs, I'll go to jail for 'em like Mike Vick
'Til then my life lit, I just took a dog shit smokin' cat piss
I cut off my last bitch, she ain't had no business smellin' like no catfish
She need her ass kicked, yeah, I gives no fuck 'bout no bad bitch
I call up an ugly ho, like I need my dick sucked and my balls licked
I call her Nappy Hair, why? 'Cause you know that head sloppy
Eat the dick off the body, then take a picture with it and show everybody
Now that's a head doctor, I need a med doctor for these flashbacks
My grandmama mad at me, she caught me puttin' Granddaddy in a trash bag
Let me rephrase that, I was puttin' gas-gas in a Glad bag
My daddy just caught a fit, 'cause his lil' bitch done ate up his grandkids
I'm on some pimp shit, yuh, yuh, I been on some pimp shit
Ten years old runnin' 'round school hittin' hoes with that shrimp dick
Know I don't play, nigga, I got the game from back in the day, nigga
No I'm not Jeffery, but you can ask Uncle Phil, I'm a made nigga
Rn4l shit, 'til I die, be my grave nigga
Try and be nosey, that's how you get shot in your motherfuckin' face nigga
And if I fuck around and fall seven times, G, pick me up eight, nigga
And before they come swervin' in my lane, Don make 'em hit the brakes, nigga
Pop out at night time like a raccoon where you stay, nigga
Five shots from a rusty-ass revolver, that's first 48, nigga
Got more flavors then a Kool-Aid man, I be like, "Oh yeah"
Tried to sign me for two hunnid grand, I'm like, "I need more bread"
I'm the hardest nigga outta Alabama, and these niggas know that
I be on go, pyoom, plus I do this shit all the time with my forehead
Call up your bitch just to give me more head
Then shoot my children On the top of her forehead
Then stick it back in her mouth, She like when I dog her, she don't even protest
Then I go hop in the shower, fire up some sour, leave me with no stress
Then I go bag up some powder
Put on my helmet then jugg off a moped
All these numbers keep callin', look at who callin', oh, this a class freak
"What's up HoneyKomb?" "You know I 'on't talk on these phones, pull up on the back street"
Ten mins later she got me rollin' down the window, "What you wanna ask me?"
She pull up her shirt and just flash me, like, "HoneyKomb when you gon' bag me?"
"And don't tell me you gon' fuck me tomorrow, 'cause you said that last week"
"I be wantin' to let you fuck me on camera, but you might blast me"
"Sure wish I could fuck wit you now, but I'm on a cash spree"
Plus, I'm in da car with my hitter, can't fit in this bitch, it ain't come with no backseat (skrrt)
I'm just ridin' ridin' 'round with nowhere to go to
And all these niggas keep dyin', shit got me watchin' the niggas I'm close to
Jealously, hate, the shit that I go through, I used to be broke too
I got off my ass and got me a bag and now I got power like Goku
I'm from a city where anything go, you heard of Mobile, nigga?
Thirteen paralyzed my own cousin, my grandma in tears, nigga
People kept callin' my phone like, "Komb you wrong, that ain't what it is, nigga"
Family first, nah, loyalty first, bitch, I'm a real nigga
And before I grow up and be a ho, I'll rather stay a lil' nigga
Remember when I robbed ZBD, took the wrong raw Kevin Hill, nigga
Uncle was tryin' to finesse me, thinkin' I'm green, I look like a dill pickle
That when I came off the hip, looked at his ass like that ain't no deal, nigga
Thirteen, seven-double-O-4, blatt I'm screamin' gang-gang-gang
If a nigga try and reach for my chain, that bitch go bang-bang-bang
I 'on't too tough fuck with these niggas, 'cause they be lame lame lame
I'm with the shits, I'm straight out the hood like some fish and some grits
I can't trust shit, 'cause most these niggas be six plus six
All the years that a nigga did in prison, I can't forget, nigga
Whole jail on lock down, 'cause Rico sent the hit, nigga
I had to sleep wit a knife, I had to watch my back while I piss, nigga
You ain't never had to stand in the line, just to take a shit, nigga
Bitch-nigga
Yeah
Ayy, man, this how the fuck I grew up, know what I'm sayin'? Like
I grew up, nigga, it wasn't all gravy but we had a whole lotta rice though (we whole lotta that)
You know what I'm sayin'?
Like, I ain't grow up 'round no whole lotta white folk
I grew up where it was gutter (gutter nigga)
Like niggas called out they blood brother and shit
Like niggas sellin' they mama that hard
You know what I'm sayin'?
We got that shit the hard way
Nigga, you gon' eat or you gon' starve, nigga
And that's just facts, nigga, know what I'm sayin'? Like
We really gotta get it how you live out this bitch, nigga
And- And I'm just tryna get it how I live
You know what I'm sayin'? In the yo
You know what I'm sayin'?
I do this rap shit to keep me out of trouble, you know what I'm sayin'?
Like I'm really street
On that
On daddy, how I murk some', boy
Yeah
What's up, nigga?
What the fuck goin' on?