gonna believe in the stories that you're weavin' We're never gonna believe in the stories that you're weavin' We're never gonna believe in the stories
the East coast, West coast, North and South I got my niggas The Top Guns here We gonna sign this one off like this: My life's been a great story in
woods Street of my styles, no smiles, trying to gun down the golden child Still on trial for my old endeavors Cold weather got catched trying to buck wholes in my
tell you the whole story of Shady's origin You'll be sorry if you slam my Mercedes door again! Now, it all started with my father I must have got my pimping
I wear fake gold to make up for my little cock got my rag on backwards so I look just like 2pac with my cap tilted cause im trying to hide the fact
's on the thugline, thugline, thugline) Walk through my city: I see niggas watchin' Probably plottin', schemin' to rob me Take all the money, and dump my
street I rap to myself when there ain't no one to rap to And to me yo my shit be sounding sweet It's like doo rock doo rock oop I chew with my group
was enchanted to meet you too This is me praying that this was the very first page Not where the story line ends My thoughts will echo your name until
, niggas try hardest Clowns attempt to rep get slapped the farthest I'm Pee like distinct urine in your staircase Nigga, from me stay the most distant, you outta place Grime rhyme, my story
when well rounded (chea) Still rounded (chea), dress square but a nigga well rounded Grounded like I came home late on my curfew And proved I was better than most niggaz my first
the way that pussy roll Get on top let it drop, put ya tongue in my mouf, can you feel that pussy hole When I heard 'em say yeah Put his hands in my hair
that pussy roll Get on top let it drop, put ya tongue in my mouf, can you feel that pussy hole When I heard 'em say yeah Put his hands in my hair,
, scoping my whip Do shows across the country, get dough for my shit Looking in the face of rappers, hopping I quit Still spit the fly shit to keep them grousing my
Took her to my house, Moms was gone Turned off the light, unplugged the phone The bitch said, "Fred, I hearda you Anything you want, I will do" I dropped my
ain' shit and now I made my point So you can light that weed While I spit this rap And tell you 'bout a player from way back I was only fourteen when I first got my
need a doctor just for me To suck my dick like a vet To give me head until I sweat She gotta suck dick So I can tell all my homies just what she did
s that bredder always frontin' like he's strong Sneaky fake fuck always runnin' to his brother when it's on Hardly backs the beef, last one swingin' First one runnin', makin' up stories