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Well, duh, it's ShyBelligerent Yeah, I'ma fuck up Yeah, I'ma fuck up (I'm bad) Eat the fuck out this beat, treat it like pussy Got me spittin' like La-la-la I'ma keep rappin' until my life good I ain't had shit, I was raised in the hood I was built in the hood like an engine Police put me over, I got blicks, so I hope I just get a ticket But I'd rather get caught with it than without it Streets wicked, booty cheeks hanging out her booty Shorty, she a freak, bitch Fightin' demons, I was born with a curse Immune to pain, if you stab me in the back it won't hurt I'm dedicated, I just need to start puttin' myself first I'm on the toilet takin' this shit while I'm writin' this verse Turned up famous, blood with a skillet these If you ask me where I'm from, there's Bonnie on this, what the fuck do you mean? This ugly struggle startin' to look lovely Baby said I look like money and I'm smelling like some fuck me If rap don't work, back to making money off junkies Get up on her while she twerk and start her dry humping Niggas be hard in the streets then turn soft in the courtroom We the real trench babies, we're permanent war room Y'all don't wanna face the truth so I record it on Pro Tools Bounty gel, court tank, arms swingin' like Goku Fuck a bad day, it's just another one you gotta go through Fuck a bitch, she's just another one that's doin' what hoes do Yeah, I'ma fuck up (I'm bad) Eat the fuck out this beat, treat it like pussy Got me spittin' like La-la-la I'ma keep rappin' until my life good I ain't had shit, I was raised in the hood I was built in the hood like an engine Police put me over, I got blicks, so I hope I just get a ticket But I'd rather get caught with it than without it Streets wicked, booty cheeks hanging out her booty Shorty, she a freak, bitch I can't be no used to be, but this rap shit ain't hittin' Gangsters and strippers jamming me in the trenches Cheap-ass pistol jammed in the middle of a mission My blood brother jammed up with a life sentence They wanna see me down, they wanna see me dead I know you was serious when you told me to break a leg Bounced out, lookin' like the black man that I am I got the brain of a nerd, head filled with intelligence I'm a piece of shit, why would you come step on me? I'm tuggin' on coattails until it make me wrench Life turn me to a piece of shit, why would you come step on me? Shoulda never gave up on me, that's what the fuck you get We got a joint purpose so I can wrap around my blunt, the weed won't hit If you get a bottle of deer juice, you get dick Bitch said I can't get no pussy, I'm finna trick Niggas got issues, they get along on my hip Yeah, I'ma fuck up (I'm bad) Eat the fuck out this beat, treat it like pussy Got me spittin' like La-la-la I'ma keep rappin' until my life good I ain't had shit, I was raised in the hood I was built in the hood like an engine Police put me over, I got blicks, so I hope I just get a ticket But I'd rather get caught with it than without it Streets wicked, booty cheeks hanging out her booty Shorty, she a freak, bitch
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