- Conscience hasty 歌詞
- Syndrome Conscience
- I remember days at my grandmas house
Sleeping on the couch, whole fam on the ground
Dirty lil bitch in the back talk down
But her friend sent a pic with her ass all out
Got em all mad. Get a bag! You broke!
I been off that. Its sad, you know?
Seen you on the gram. Stand back. Bitch pose!
Im about to shoot a mag. Click , clack. You Vogue!
Said you dont need a scrub. Thats why you a stank hoe!
I dont do the club. Rather pull up to the bank hoe
You wont get a crumb from me. Pockets on that Panko
Shawty want the love. Feeling up like its the tank low
Lame hoe. Better lay low
Looking like a peso. Keeping it a bank note
Better take notes. I been all about a bank roll
Check the pay roll. Im an a-hole, but I aint broke!
Lately I been like **** you pay me
Hate me all you want. Bitch, go crazy
Ladies all on my dick too hasty
Save me! All of them want my baby
Daily mother ****ers talk fugazi
Shady. Talk shit? Bitch, 180
Face me! Nothing you say gon phase me
Wake me when somebody dont betray me
Long time coming and Im better than I ever been
And I got my team on my back like a letter man
They aint wanna let him in. Left me in the rain with the mic
Something like I was a weatherman
Running up the paper like the pacer
Torn ripped Chuck Taylors to fits tailored
Treat a bitch like a drink sir. Never chase her
**** the game. I could knock it up the way Im putting in labor
Now, run it back one time
I was down bad, but it runs in the blood line
Shoot it out back. Think its done, but it ducked by
I would shout Dad, but nobody once come by
Never been a tough guy
Never sold work. Boy I did it. Yeah I bust mine
But got hella friends moving tree like a mudslide
Bussing mother ****ers like a table when its lunch time
So without rap, you would see me in the front lines
Im that mother ****er used to being in the background
No one understood me, now they feel me like a pat down
Once was a rookie but got a bag now
Hip-hop champ! Need the belt like a bad child
No time for bitches who wanna act out
Or these mother ****ers befriending me for a hand out !
What I need is when I look into that crowd
To see you head bob like a bitch when I glance down
I know you mad! I know you still want me back!
I know you keeping them tabs on all of my raps
That shit is pathetic in fact
That shit is embarrassing
Talk to yo therapist
You and yo mama can suck a fat hairy dick!
Where was the parenting?
Choke on yo arrogance
Me and yo money? There aint no comparison
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