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gold - no one's iller lyrics

[verse 1: j$ensei]
i see snake emcees slither as i still there pray
why the f-ck do i feel this way?
i should kneel and pray for people who k!ll and spray
going crazy over the bills they pay, still to this day
i pop a big heel or a tre
b-tches lip slide my d-ck like the rail that i skate
have them say “jake, why you spiting so ruthless?”
not giving two sh-ts
choking your opponents out until they look bluish
f-ck decisions this liquors got me acting foolish
and i’m going in with these two fists
trynna knock you tooth less
after i gave the feds bad manner
so they wanna throw me in the slammer
my life a’int no glamour
im $ensei the master
little out there like nasa
go get you bachelor
cus you a’int a rapper
we bring disaster like a tornado just past ya
trees got me stuck like a splinter or plaster
im buzzin to blast ya
lightyears ahead of you
this is one love instead of throwing lead in the .2
had suicidal thoughts because he’s dreading the truth
f-ck it, i just want some head in a coupe
heading to the booth
to make some bread for the soup
why your crews begging for loot?
you better lace up your boots son
cus its time for war
as them stray bullets hit you can hear the nine just roar
and you laying on the floor
not wanting more
what the h-ll was all that tuff talk you were saying before?

hook:
no one iller than me
i said f-ck it, no ones iller than me
no ones iller than me

[verse 2: tommy gun]
mr t.g from albuquerque
got you rappers biting your fingers
verse exciting, giving you shivers
flow dirty as aids blisters
scissor kick your sisters while we playing twister
bumping twista, twist a joint
bump this joint
prove points that i’m on point
never disappoint
when will i reach the end point?
never, my tommy gun is loaded like constipation
you get bloated, dis throated, dis coded, and roaded
on top like a toupee
bumping lupe
verbal ak spray to your face
embrace the pace i pave
ima beast stuck in my cave
break your shoulder blade
this rap is my arcade
my fun place i love maine
multi syllableistic
my raps are to mystic for you people optimistic
cus im too explicit
so artistic with the writing craft
so journalistic
never have a draft
realistic
ladies on my shaft
leave you outlast
you get gr-ssed and smashed
blast a hit with the cash
cus you said this music was trash
all you haters can kiss my -ss..
yeah tommy tommy

[verse 3: exquisite]
its like
bad news till the day that my cash rules
and these past dues
been getting to me like fast food
and this mad dudes
his flow be stronger than bamboo
and he had to aim it at your head like its shampoo
never simple on a sample
im more strapped than sandals
like you better be cautious when you f-cking with us vandals
and they calling me an -ssh0l- cus i tell them that there cash blows
but its like you f-ggots look at cheese like you lactose
if i be packing hoes the way that i be packing bowls
then stacking dough a’int rational to have some f-cking cash to blow
a master flow who does it like a mother f-cking champion
put f-ggots to sleep
i guess he’s something like an ambien
so check it, its the man again
haters be banwagonin’
cus chicks be fantacing and this youngin’s flow be damaging
so get to panicking man, you don’t know who you f-cked with
cus all you kids napped like your -ss got abducted..

hook…

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