God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen

歌詞

Straight out The Villle and I made it, Like a villian I'm hated I see'em gillin, I ate it though Fien'n to blow inflatable, That's undebatable (ugh) I'm givin niggas food for thought, the flow is cater yo I'm never faded though, Haters wanna see me broke, but me and the doe related hoe! It's like my only son, where I go, he come! Niggas dumb to be braggin bout that stupid shit Nah I don't stunt on niggas, I show'em how to do this shit I'm somethin like the light-skin version of the very same baby that The Virgin Mary raised That's word to everything! Nigga life a scary game but I'm playin You sucka nigga lie in everything that ya sayin Shame on ya'll, you tryna ball with the game on pause Ay nigga pull the thing on ya'll, ya'll stain ya'll draws Fuck you niggas, but this ain't raw dog I got protection, lethal weapons, and they aim on ya'll I'm like the man on mars; I'm high as hell Watch me blow like I exhale I excel in this rap shit, Cause ya'll spittin that wack shit And every nigga suddenly be rappin bout that trap shit So while you niggas copy cat the cats who made classics I just massacre the streets, I'm a master of the beats and the rhymes I'm rappin for the freaks and the dimes and shine like a mothafuckin diamond, You shine like a mothafuckin dime That's word to my mom I don't mind if you niggas hate Just know you hatin on that nigga, nigga get it straight I'm spittin hungry like ain't shit up on my dinner plate The kind a flow that make a nigga hyper-ventilate (ugh) See let me demonstrate, I grew up with nothin, it hurt me to see my mother poor The only pops a nigga ever seen around was Huckstable And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for Look how the buzzer grow, Ballin til the buzzer blow Man I'm hungry, does it show? Ain't nothin funny, fuck a joke I'm gettin money til my pockets need a tummy tuck I hope you niggas woke now, impermanentely Send you to hell, you meet the devil, sign a permanent lease Word on the streets is I'm the prince nigga, check the splenda And I can't wait to be the King, nigga: young simba! Word on the streets is I'm the Prince nigga, check the splenda And I can't wait to be the king, nigga: young simba!