• Unabomber
  • Yea,

    Fresh off the mother fuckin-

    Broadcast, and I’m here!-fuego

    Nigga, yea, hey

    Uh, it’s happening fast

    Yea, uh

    I told niggas on the low, they aint hear it though

    Boy that man in the mirror, is a miracle

    Ay wipe your face, momma told you no more tears will flow

    We eating better than we was a few years ago

    Send you western union on my payday

    A week later it’s mayday

    So you return the favor

    We stay afloat like some sailors

    Bill collectors blowing us up

    They couldn’t fade us

    Bitch I made strait A’s go ahead and try to degrade us

    Haters-

    But this one’s funny

    Man one year later I was on them phones collecting money

    A lesson from me-everybody got a story dog

    Unfortunately learned I cant do nothing for you do

    Im trynna run the whole game like a morning jog

    With hits like a porno blog

    Not hoping out the shower to make 10 dollars an hour

    Aint judging, No

    To each is own

    You pay your bills to raise your kids inside a decent home

    More power to you

    But a message to you

    Fuck niggas!

    I hope your kids grow up and never want to fuck with you

    This punk nigga knock up two hoes at the same time

    And told us nigga, “they were lying, dog they aint mines”

    That’s cold blooded but aint nothing new

    Same old, fuck it though

    Whats up with you?

    If you make it this far listening without skipping

    Then I got to show love

    Don’t worry im just venting

    The late night thoughts of a nigga on a mission

    And I rock my girl to sleep in missionary position

    Tuck that ass in and then I went and grab pen-

    And then you have it

    Word flowing like magic

    Its truly accurate

    You niggas posing like some hoes up in a beauty pageant

    Nobody touching me it’s like I got the cooties rapping

    Remember when we called niggas African booty scratchers?

    Yea that was random but man so is life

    You grab your needles grab your thread and hope you sew it right

    I find myself fiening for a spot to go at night

    Where the liquor flowing steady and the hoes’ polite

    The fast lane make me reminisce on slowing life

    The Unabomber blowing up over night

    Boom!

    Ay yo its happening fast

    I said its happening fast

    All the drama that I had to get past

    Will it last

    Or will it past?-Just as quick as it came

    Hoes knowing my name

    Dog fucking with fame

    I pray to God it wont change

    But even if it don’t most niggas look at you strange

    But I guess I can’t complain

    Ay man its happening fast

    I said its happening fast

    I said its happening fast

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