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idk - hello pt. 1 lyrics

d-mn…
how the f-ck did i get here
last year i was a n0body
i mean
n0body
that managed me, couldn’t even last one year
but now them n-ggas see my last drop
they mad that i dropped back
like a brett favre right after the sack
yeah
hmm
now i’m in this b-tch like a pap smear
hmm
now i’m in this game like that name of the ea n-gga with that fat chin and gray hair
is nia long here?
i got a long d-ck
that get up quick
like supreme cutl-ss
somebody tell her i said that
and you don’t need a motherf-ckin’ cl-ss to
understand where my head’s at
i’m
sick as a baby with insufficient similac
if michael jackson sent a verse and i ain’t like it
send it back
i take my sh-t
serious as bruce bruce
taking a constipated dump
in the b-tch that biggie mentioned’s lap
if you caught that line, you felt a f-ckin’ slap
you could sniff that line and know that sh-t was smack
they should have never let a n-gga in
let alone let a n-gga back
and now i’m kinda mad
cuz
this industry
told me i wouldn’t last
i bite my tongue
lock my jaw, hold my mouth and i still laugh
put everyone on blast in front of my blam blam
get to the club
then i beat on they’ buzz like
bam bam
d-mn
how the f-ck did i get here
last year i was a n0body
i mean
n0body had ever dreamed
i would make it past the common fear
of risk taking
i’m racing like a jamacian
on steroids running the 400 my sk!ll is unfair
i can write f-cking circles round yo -ss like a small booty getting prepared for b-tt shots here…
so listen up, i’m a k!lla
don’t mix it up
i might k!ll yeah
behind your back like i’m bishop
when i attack like militia
the type to buss on ya sister
then hug your mom after hittin’ her
and if the semi don’t hit ya
i drop a bomb that won’t miss ya
that’s for ya family mister
miyagi kicking that knowledge
like uncle sam when i b-tch ya
give me yo’ money
li’l buddy
or i’ll be forced to come get ya
kick open the door
like who is ya?
get down on the floor like i
pimped ya
now i’m on an island like skipper
with a bad lil b-tch…former stripper
you know we’ gone off the liquor

(hook)

don’t look at me and think you can’t be touched cuz ahh…
i might
might
i might just bust
got my uptown n-ggas and they don’t give a f-ck an’ ahh…
they might they might they might just bust
got my landover n-ggas with, the flock in the cut and ahh…
they might they might they might just bust
know some southside n-ggas that do not give a f-ck and ahh…
they will bust

(verse 2)

n-ggas wonder how my buzz growing?
i did a d-mn good job, right?
conference calls with my squad every single night
after that
call my broad
she gon’ do me right
she gon’ blow the pipe
like she tina
after that i ike
beat the p-ssy up
like what do love gotta do with it?
nothing b-tch
get the lubricant on
do it quick
for i lose it, trick
easy e, he too
ruthless

who is this?
i’m that n-gga that k!lled it
after i nailed it like it’s jesus on a crucifix

i’m with my jews from jerusalem
told me if i keep
making fire
they gon’ make the flames lucrative
so i’m cooped in the studio for the coupe
if a n-gga in my way, get the blakka then halooket him
ryu and ken
couldn’t kick knowledge
like i can
made your favorite rapper
kick rocks like hiking
climbing up the pedestal after that i stool on you fools like a godd-mn pigeon when it’s flying!

-bird noise-

i did a d-mn good job right?
i use to wiki favorite albums every single night
eminem
pharcyde
even gladys knight
to be the best thing that ever happened
when i’m on the mic
catching one way flights
no cash to get back
just to bag contacts
like i work at lens crafters
back when i used to feel cursed
and a verse was the only way to get the hex reversed

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