L!AR (KEN & FR!ENDS)

I preach the word like a rabbi

Fold my fingers they call me the magi

I told lil bitch does it hurt I back out she says look at my damn eyes

Told you the truth what you sad 'bout gave you the truth all the good and the bad sides

I guess I'll take off the roof and still think about you with no one to standby

I guess I'll cake up the room and give all to the booth and count up the dead guys

Holding my head to the roof while I'm singing my tune so pardon the bad vibe

Holding my head 'cause of you don't you doubt i'm a bull imma step out the red line

Peace and quiet I need silence

I hear voices so much violence

I wanna know bitch where yo mind is help me find it

She throw it back bitch I get behind it she don't mind it know what it is

I'm on timing fuck with the kid

God forgive me all my sins

I can't die yet god forbid

This my world bitch do my bids

Do what I say bitch do it bitch like dis

Do what I say bitch do it bitch like uhh

Do what I say bitch do it bitch like dis come fuck with the kid when shit get lonely

Anyone after me not me phony

Let her know that you gotta go

I won't 'fightcha go head go

Go head leave ya love ain't pure

So many lies bitch tell me uhh

So many lies bitch tell me more

So many lies bitch tell me uhh

So many lies bitch tell me more bitch tell me more

I ain't ringing no bells I ain't knocking on doors better open that door before I'm walking right in it

I slide on the opp then I call lil bro in the getaway van the V hop in it

I got bands to spend on linen

I don't got bands to spend on women

I got bitches on bitches on bitches

I'm with the 'ooters they call me lieutenant

Standing on business

Bitch ima stepper they call up the plug

Keeping it blessed only he owe money

I ain't 'gon stress it my nose runny

Throat got strep on it I'm too sick lil bitch god bless me

I got rich my bag got uhh

I got rich my bag got heavy