detroit dino - pml lyrics
first of all, im a 7 mile n-gg-, yeen know? then we need to establish it
big -ss uzi, a grenade launcher on the underbarrel and the beam is attached to it
she like “how you gone have that? that ain’t real” what? f-ck you mean, b-tch, im strapped with it
heard n-gg-s say that i lost it, well i disagree, but if i did, then im back with it
74, gd, folk nation, pml, but i roll with some crips
p-ssy n-gg-s want me dead in the hood. why is that? because they know im the sh-t
boy i’ll kidnap your family, just know that your daughter got 4 in her sh-t
and this sh-t gone get dark cause you gone catch a round right in front of the sun like a solar eclipse
get off of my d-ck. this sh-t is reserved for the spot of the game, but i call her a “b-tch”
i know that sometimes that she can be a c-nt, but know imma keep f-ckin her, hard as it gets
i knew i needed a way to get millions, and i found out rapping was sorta my niche
and i just ain’t wanna end up like lil sammy, cause that n-gg- doin a quarter for bricks
i just be cool, calm, and collected. i can’t let these lil n-gg-s rattle me
so i just be chillin, sippin on a drink, and get high on them trees like an apple be
just know i ain’t worried bout a f-ckin thing because i know my whole hood is backing me
better back up, square, press the right b-ttons and this sh-t can be a fatality, ooh n-gg-s mad at me
you cannot chill with me. if you wasn’t out deep in the field with me
i done ran down on plenty of n-gg-s talkin, so ain’t too many out here thats real to me
heard he said he want beef, n-gg- k!ll the beef. cause you know that im keepin that steel with me
and that sh-t that i got on my hip, when it let off, its knockin the head off a wildebeest
try to run up on me, n-gg-s wouldn’t dare. love the hood because im understood there
its just me by myself and a f-ckin banger, i walk through the opp hood like im good there
got a . 357 its in my pocket, bet them bullets come out like a f-ckin rocket
let me stop it, i dont really need it on me. you’ll get knocked the f-ck out, and i run ya pockets
this rap sh-t is easy, i got it mastered, i just wished that i figured this sh-t out faster
got 2 daughters, i love ’em, im dyin for ’em, but before i do that, imma k!ll you faster
n-gg-s call me usain when im on the track. i run circles around all ya favorite rappers
in the street im a savage, i prey on n-gg-s. leave you holey, i should really be a pastor
you n-gg-s think that you good, but im better though, coming 11 fold, ain’t no -ssist
b-tch im connected, im sum’n like a telephone, n-gg- im 7-4, bangin the 6
i beat up lanky, and he couldn’t let it go, got a baretta, he aimed and he missed
couple weeks later that n-gg- was in the floor, my n-gg- hit his hoe, came in his b-tch
n-gg- im sick. i need a doctor to give me a shot because i keep on coughin
get him here quick. i keep on throwin up gang signs because im feelin nauseous
its prolly to late, they planning funerals, somebody put me inside of a coffin
i just out the grave. you n-gg-s thought i was dead, but im up like a muf-ckin possum
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