He Be Spittin' Lyrics Like He Snorted Ketamine

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V6-WILD

[Intro]
He be spittin' lyrics like he snorted ketamine
(Shit be stickin' in your brain like ketamine)

[Verse]
Nothin' but gas on the beat, homie, please don't get stuck in the fast lane
Runnin' my laps in my sleep, hold the pass in my teeth, give a fuck if the mass came
Stomach got packs of the cheese, but it ain't gettin' cooked if it don't make my ass gain
Bitches been plottin' to eat off the kid and these birds don't fly like a bat's fang
Rollin' up my strings, never had lames, haters gettin' split by my pupils like they light beams
Haters on my page on the mad trains, 'cause I got the spice in the pot, and they mild like a light green
Head gettin' big, never sad brains, somethin' like this happen when you spit fire like you're Chinese
Baby want my kid, better have rings, gotta get hitched before I go and get hit in the side sheets
It's 'bout time to kill, mind was filled
Blunt tip be as hot as the coffee in a diner grill
Life been downhill, climbed a hill
I'ma do a lil' more before I get to writin' a will
Rap ain't payin' the bills, fuck that, let's get it
Gotta go up and be chasin' the mil's
Think I won't take what you built? Love that, forget it
I won't even take any nils

Gas station sippin' on some lemonade
Big bankin', wallet full of Benjamins
Cop pull me over, "License and registration"
I gave 'em my real ID and two rental slips
I told 'em "Don't you worry 'bout me, I'ma take it slow"
Then he replied, "You the richest n***a I know"
The same day I got a call from the studio
On the other line, I was talkin' to my P.O.
Back then, the kid was livin' on the Eastside
Now I'm in the condo with a beachside
Comin' down clean, all them n***as know
Do the math, I can tell you what a hundred fo'

Sucker MC's get snatched up
It's known (Yeah), chrome grill, I'm a Mack truck
"Yo, chill, don't go kill the laughter"
All for the scrill', though, low, he will clap ya (Ooh)
Closed casket, no comin' back from
That's for them Internet folks who want action
Think it's sweet, shit gets deep
Shovels, a couple of feet and he sleep
Long gone, no obituary
Been long known for songs that kick the scary (Yeah)
Known to go platinum
Backstage the goons pat you down, the hoes catcall
Play it off like it's all good (Uh-huh)
Then meet me outside in the parking lot, part of the hood (Yeah)
Newports, Barbershop backwoods
Won't stop till the check cash, wish you would
(Motherfucker)
(You ain't know)
Her pussy is blueberry flavored, much favored
Neck full of gold and a pocket full of green
Money machine goin' brrrr when I lean
Yup, when I leave, we leave the ground, helicopter ride
So we all sittin' on paper, and not the kind you write
My queen wearin' red bottoms, and not the kind you buy
Our soldiers suitin' up and doin' it not to survive
They told us, "Eat or be eaten, kill or be killed"
And if you got no heart, how the hell you supposed to heal?
I got it out the mud and that's why I'm not afraid to get dirty
But the more dirt I dig, the more people actin' scurvy
And it's hard to tell who deserves me and who deserves it
Who's worthless and who's worthy, who workin' and who workin'
But then I remember all my partners I done lost
And I ask myself, "Was it worth it?"
The perfect ones and the not-so-perfect
Even the one who said that he love me, then turned around and cursed me
Even the one who said, "Don't you trust me?"
Right before he hurt me
And now I see him in my sleep, and he can't even speak
It's a good thing I'm in love with the pain and it's mutual
A mutual understanding that I could never lose
And a mutual understanding that I'm a golden goose
And a mutual understanding that there's no one in the world like you
Neck full of gold and a pocket full of green
Money machine goin' brrrr when I lean
I can make the whole world freeze for the team
Ah

[Outro]
He be spittin' lyrics like he snorted ketamine
(Shit be stickin' in your brain like ketamine)

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[Intro] He be spittin' lyrics like he snorted ketamine (Shit be stickin' in your brain like ketamine) [Verse] Nothin' but gas on the beat, homie, please don't get stuck in the fast lane Runnin' my laps in my sleep, hold the pass in my teeth, give a fuck if the mass came Stomach got packs of the cheese, but it ain't gettin' cooked if it don't make my ass gain Bitches been plottin' to eat off the kid and these birds don't fly like a bat's fang Rollin' up my strings, never had lames, haters gettin' split by my pupils like they light beams Haters on my page on the mad trains, 'cause I got the spice in the pot, and they mild like a light green Head gettin' big, never sad brains, somethin' like this happen when you spit fire like you're Chinese Baby want my kid, better have rings, gotta get hitched before I go and get hit in the side sheets It's 'bout time to kill, mind was filled Blunt tip be as hot as the coffee in a diner grill Life been downhill, climbed a hill I'ma do a lil' more before I get to writin' a will Rap ain't payin' the bills, fuck that, let's get it Gotta go up and be chasin' the mil's Think I won't take what you built? Love that, forget it I won't even take any nils Gas station sippin' on some lemonade Big bankin', wallet full of Benjamins Cop pull me over, "License and registration" I gave 'em my real ID and two rental slips I told 'em "Don't you worry 'bout me, I'ma take it slow" Then he replied, "You the richest n***a I know" The same day I got a call from the studio On the other line, I was talkin' to my P.O. Back then, the kid was livin' on the Eastside Now I'm in the condo with a beachside Comin' down clean, all them n***as know Do the math, I can tell you what a hundred fo' Sucker MC's get snatched up It's known (Yeah), chrome grill, I'm a Mack truck "Yo, chill, don't go kill the laughter" All for the scrill', though, low, he will clap ya (Ooh) Closed casket, no comin' back from That's for them Internet folks who want action Think it's sweet, shit gets deep Shovels, a couple of feet and he sleep Long gone, no obituary Been long known for songs that kick the scary (Yeah) Known to go platinum Backstage the goons pat you down, the hoes catcall Play it off like it's all good (Uh-huh) Then meet me outside in the parking lot, part of the hood (Yeah) Newports, Barbershop backwoods Won't stop till the check cash, wish you would (Motherfucker) (You ain't know) Her pussy is blueberry flavored, much favored Neck full of gold and a pocket full of green Money machine goin' brrrr when I lean Yup, when I leave, we leave the ground, helicopter ride So we all sittin' on paper, and not the kind you write My queen wearin' red bottoms, and not the kind you buy Our soldiers suitin' up and doin' it not to survive They told us, "Eat or be eaten, kill or be killed" And if you got no heart, how the hell you supposed to heal? I got it out the mud and that's why I'm not afraid to get dirty But the more dirt I dig, the more people actin' scurvy And it's hard to tell who deserves me and who deserves it Who's worthless and who's worthy, who workin' and who workin' But then I remember all my partners I done lost And I ask myself, "Was it worth it?" The perfect ones and the not-so-perfect Even the one who said that he love me, then turned around and cursed me Even the one who said, "Don't you trust me?" Right before he hurt me And now I see him in my sleep, and he can't even speak It's a good thing I'm in love with the pain and it's mutual A mutual understanding that I could never lose And a mutual understanding that I'm a golden goose And a mutual understanding that there's no one in the world like you Neck full of gold and a pocket full of green Money machine goin' brrrr when I lean I can make the whole world freeze for the team Ah [Outro] He be spittin' lyrics like he snorted ketamine (Shit be stickin' in your brain like ketamine)

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