JEAN CLAUDE VAN DAMME
Yeah, uh coldGame cause the game dirty
Got like three sturdy working 7: 30
Ain't it crazy like three stories
Bought a new 40 that's another story
Pray everyday so I never worry
And my heart cold like it's February
My girl in the mirror she getting ready
We just fuck around we ain't going steady
Turn a nigga brain into spaghetti
My nigga quiet but that nigga deadly
"Blessed" tatted across my belly cause
The way I live I should have died already
I talk to my Pops at the cemetary
Told me that I'ma die legendary
He said keep my foot on they neck
That I could've died in that wreck, uh
He said that he is watching over me
This isn't rap this is poetry
I remember they ignored me
Nowadays they can't avoid me, uh
I don't peel off I ride four wheelers
I'm with the killers and dope dealers
I float my bitch down to Florida
My other bitch flew me to Georgia
I keep my bitches in order
Not really kinda sorta, uh
I put that dick in your daughter, uh
She was begging me to raw her
A lot of niggas they adore her
Truthfully they can't afford her, uh
I may put her on the market, uh
I used to hit on the carpet, uh
I ran up in your apartment man I
Had to do it I was starvin'
I was hungry I was buggin'
Man I had to sin like Budden
Say you had my back but you fronted
Swear to God these niggas not
Coming for revenge I'm gunnin'
Your big homie I'm son'n
Hundred miles I'm runnin'
Jean Claude Van Damme stuntin'
My chick and my neck stunnin'
Y'ain't said I was next run it
Still grind like I am hungry
I don't wanna be your man honey
Bitch give me that give me that damn money
Pop your shit fuck your contract nigga
I'm a monstrosity
Stopping me that's impossibly
You know you gotta be
Six big change in the bank, bank
Two new fours of the drank, aye
I talk slick with that oil in me
Best believe me my boys with me
We really are about noise bringin'
And damn Ducko you got the chords singin'
IDK what you're thinkin'
Slim K cup and it's poured with me
All my new girls get bored with me
All my old ho's still loyal to me
I've been off the shit's for a minute
(right)
That talk don't mean shit to me nigga
(it don't)
You really a bitch to me nigga (you weak)
There's no need to mention me nigga
(it ain't) i got a lot on my mind
I think I might drive me a 9 (ride)
Got it right out of the mud (aye)
I can do nothing but shine (aye)
I only fuck with my 9
My DNA was designed to keep this
Shit real 'til I'm dyin'
Say that you 'bout it you lyin'
You ain't more 'bout it than mine
And you know what I been on
Boy is you out of your mind?
Why is you trying? You couldn't see?
Bitch, is you blind?
Your eye don't deceive you
Yo nigga you ride? The realest will ride
I said the realest will ride