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I am a button pusher blowing Kusher
Reagan's 80 emotional occasional cooker,
The Lady butcher yeah a good looker
still I Sugar Ray Leonard boxing shoe with that baby picture,
I don't bulls**t you I matured with you ,
remember suave house before my time just to endure it with you,
now it's a full situa but not a jersey drive
this is Southside Player N***a holler out,
saying I retired never tired of Ballin
never tired of getting it never tired of talking,
all this mullah all on my medulla oblongata
no boys grown gators in my waters, and patience
i i i ,i got a lot of so I'll wait till you N****s turn fake
then I pop em balloon send them to visit that Upper Room,
Gemini I could swear I heard the month of June cry
when I tied this world on a string and let it ride,
deeper than my pinky ring without wings but he yes I'm fly ,
yes sir yes sir I can handle this pressure you keep f*****g with Tela
it's gonna get ugly is Esther,
from Mecca to Mecca I Reuben Rebecca My only Dyslexia
er if dog is the letters ,
so okey-dokey popcon my N***a bring it on in my Beamer with yo Tina Turner getting Thunderdome,
you smelling strong you know the cologne,
hey ho lets go google that you f*****g Ramones,
got me frustrated yeah I'm irritated yeah
but I'mma stay hard when I penetrate it,
deeply secret related yet feeling so jaded
you invented this N***a what is who ever who made it yeah,
i'm real with you see the steel picture pull the race card
and a n***a in the field with you ,
got a big heart so I gotta deal with you,
lower back problems but humble enough to kneel with you,
f**k a devil worshiper I know the real Lord
it's two in one common sense pray to the high part ,
couldn't make it to the fence it was too hard
many are called but few are chosen for this drum march ,
Pac knew who shot him you calling him foolish
now who betrayed Jesus was it Puffy or Judas,
A sensitive subject you n****s Go oh he wrap with no filters
too much heat in this room, I give them chills you give them Thrill's
you a half a Billy I scuffle to pay them bills,
i'm showing love in the club on Solomon Hill
he performing in The Gardens but can't smell the daffodils,
now feelings fulfilled when shit hit the Seal
that's great day come with a bottle now swallow your pills,
you got problems beg your pardon but hardly
I fear he been hiding in the closet I expose them crystal clear,
Bluff city for real f**k N***a get killed it's all in the will Pimp C
N***a I'm Thrill, apocalyptic yeah OG of Memphis
yeah yeah yeah N***a on explicit , The wicked business
the new intentions them old roads toilet bowls full of s**t
and syphilis oh I'm sorry Pimpin I know I'm Trippin
seen so much dirt N***a dug shit they call me trenches ,
we in the kitchen we birthday Wishing God grant us riches
spawn it all just too stunt on b*****s ,
The clock is ticking yeah good Glenda witches
Riding Brooms in my room s**t I want a ticket,
pick up a brick it Buckle or click it
now your brains on the wall the paint is artistic,
but not a Picasso Uh uh a Damien Hirst impossible death
in the mind of someone alive yeah, so we living and we getting it
and we live Lord can we get another album out of Tribe ,
but on that quest I keep a vest an keep that fire ma
waiting for the Day for Christ too re-a rise n***a
Surprise N***a surprise crack the window
let the fresh air blow in easy on them pies,
baptize in the blood of Jesus dirty sprite sewage
white reverend Ike the preacher, still killing black folks
cold blood polices still locking up our resource the Big Meeches ,
so y'all come on over and f**k with Tela
if you don't like your artist spilling his feelings all over social media
see you looking at a hustler baby
and you ain't s**t to me but a customer baby
i'll make you feel real good
make you feel real good make you feel real
see you looking at a hustler baby
and you ain't s**t to me but a customer baby
i'll make you feel real good
make you feel real good make you feel real