Swear
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Ft. Cory Gunz (Verse: Hi-Rez) Talk shit, get smacked with a back hand And the rap game sell a nigga crack game Got the ass and the cash and the whips And it's fast while we move, it's gone in the fast lane Flip slow cuz it's like movin' fast base Neva gave a fuck that you had a bad day Get yo stacks up, you'd betta neva pass up On any opportunity to get yo fuckin' cash straight It's a jungle and everybody tryna eat With this batch, I'm a muthafuckin' lime bee When I see you in the streets right behind me There ain't a muthafucka that's the other hour me(?!) Pissed off like I fuckin' ripped my skin off Y'all on my nerves, so yo girls suck my dick off If she a fan of the team, she'll go pick off I'mma get rich cuz I seen about a piss boy(?!) First off, word hard to yo hustler It's just the pedal to the metal to the coaster keep it movin' through the struggles and the hard times Even if a muthafucka struggle like a lifetime Run yo mouth and an edible will slice by Don't get it twisted, boy, I'm not a fuckin' nice guy I need a second that I was able to write rhymes I would die a fuckin' legend on the mic, like Ain't a muthafucka know what I been goin' through If you got a fuckin' dream, have it close to you When you grow up, everybody must say hello to you Y'all know I'm the person to make her stay, but so are you(?!) I don't judge you, why the fuck you judgin' me Move along, I ain't givin' y'all shit to see Hip-hop, me ya know the epidemy People ain't get a second meet There ain't no ghetto good on me, bitch (Hook x2) I'm with a female that look good You know that she cook good She all on my whip wood, I swear to God! Every second is grind time Getting bread like Einstein Friends and enemies front line I swear to God! (Verse 2: Hi-Rez) It's gettin' harder to breathe I think I got a disease I'm only at peace when I'm fuckin' these women Or drinking, or when I'm asleep I neva trust the police We sippin' on 'em mohi's You got yo hands out like we homies But I do not know you and you don't know me Shit, I'm waking up and I'm gettin' it I can take a buck and then flip it Into a million, ain't fuck yo opinion You wastin' yo breath cuz I ain't fuckin' listenin' I'm all alone in my room Thinkin' about all the shit I've been through I'm so stressed off and pissed off Every time, but I suck it up for my crew I do this shit fo' my fam I'm puttin' all my trust in God's plans Only reason I'm alive now is my fans Money in my pocket so it's sagging my pants Shit, how I stock 'em John Taylors My mind all in that paper I load it up and I cock it back And I aim it right at 'em haters And it's just me and my thugs Stuck in that house, stuck with my best(?!) I wonder if death is the only way out Worry bout my business, homie stay out it Go bout yo mouth then I leave when you toss shit Mind all in a fog, feeling so lost On my knees playin' the ____(?) (Hook) (Verse 3: Cory Gunz) Waddup! Batter up, line 'em up Got a knife, fuckin' em and nine 'em up Ain't fatigued like a frog in a tree And I pop quicker than a log hit yo knee When you're climbin' up, don't bug Get the wrong one, nigga pull pall with a long gun Push your eyes, I'm a strong son You want beef if you gon' run Don't speak if you gon' Go tweet and you all done (Verse 4: Hi-Rez) Pussy nigga! You ain't know my type a ton I'mma give all my life to rhyme I give all y'all hype the mind Gon' be 'live until I kill 'em all Nice try, you can't fuck with mine If the rhymes hit, I'll support you You need to find a label The wizard did, and a horse shoe And a bitch that won't divorce you When she find 'the' nigga, she lost you Ew! Double way Still long for my on days Four cars, four chains Four arms like Goro Remember when I hit four Glocks on the 4th Had that shit four cops and a fort train Admiral, more birds in the basket than a Hawk game Ten beef and I mean hand gun beef Beat a nigga outta sweatsuit from ____(?) I don't think bout shit when I speak Neither do I seek to impress you when I'm recording I just wanna put my daughters through school Get in a sweatsuit for my ____(?) I remember when I used to whipmen Bought it for myself, I ain't even had a whip man Bottom line, crazy or professor? We taught the teacher, that's why when I talk, man I don't feel no pressure (Hook)
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