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pyro records - idk lyrics

[intro]

[verse 1:ace g.]
’bout go ape sh-t king kong she fey ray like a manta
i’m the motherf-cker who said f-ck santa
my father don’t give a sh-t patricide may be the answer
the devil may dance cause the devil is quite a dancer
i saw him moonwalking
across my conscience
like the michael on the stage
i’m afraid
i might do this sh-t out of rage
i might do bad sh-t if i get up out my d-mn cage
that’s why pad locks
and big motherf-ckers with black glocks
surround me around the clock
cause i could bust out like my name was mr. spock
being straight up gangster
with a star trek phaser
doing drive-bys in a sp-ce cruiser like a gang banger
bullet meets his head like h-llo stranger

[hook]
mind on my money
money on my mind
girl on my d-ck
honey on my mind
but what’s on my mind is that she so d-mn fine
givin me head my d-ck in her mind
i’m just a free agent that needs to get signed
i’m just some cocaine that needs to be lined
i’m just a track a track star that needs to be timed
i’m just a piece a paper that needs to be signed

[verse 2: ace g.]
i don’t know
which way to go
no h0m-
i need to be guided cause my mom died when i was ten-years-old
and i’ve been scarred ever since
back then i was a prince
but now i’m king midas everything i touch turns to gold
behold
my story has just been told
my money ’bout to increase thirtyfold
but where should i go?
i don’t mean to do that lebron sh-t
and i can’t even be a rapper now cause what’s lebron rhyme with
but, what should i do?
oops i did it again
now i’m doin that britney spears bullsh-t
i ain’t a sk-nk though
f-ck with me wrong i’ll f-ck your hoes in the a-hole
m-th-f-ckas try to use me as a scapegoat
cause they know
they not getting paid though
they try to extinguish me like i’m fuego
but i’m just building things like legos
and i’m tryna get up outta here hasta luego
i told you i’m a dog but i ain’t gone’ beg though
and i told you i’m a god but y’all ain’t gotta pray though
sometimes i’m like a kid playing with play-doh
other times i’m like a scholar searching up plato
what’d he say though
oh, wait, oh
he said just a touch of love
and everyone becomes
a poet
and i sure as h-ll know it
cause when i get a little love
i just wanna become
a rapper
right after
i ask her
if next time maybe she would like it faster
and if i am a father then my child’s gonna answer
yes i have a dad, sir
i ain’t no f-ckin b-st-rd
i am the son of a f-ckin rap master
who i last heard
was not a happy camper
gave the bird
to casper
for bein too much of a p-ssy he couldn’t scare a cat t-rd
and that sh-t don’t even make sense like i was playing catcher
for the raptors
well i guess michael jordan kinda did that sh-t but backwards
but now he doesn’t do anything except for advertisin’
cause old mike can still jump just like gas prices
if sold that sh-t i’d be getting mad ices
yeah, nice sh-t

[hook]

[verse 3: aziz]

idk, a world all alone
this beat is fine cause i’m in the zone
a nine on the hip
a five in and clip
n-ggas talking so i bust they lip
snitches get stiches
the road to riches
my time is now but i keep hitting ditches
flipping the switches while i flip the script
life took my blood so i’m banging the crips
i said i’m banging the crips
that black on black it’s some midnight sh-t
my girl like it five o’clock in the morning
no good s-x so i guess that i’m snoring
that -ss and that cl-t
that’s some wet -ss sh-t
she gave me a knockout then i blacked out b-tch
when i woke up that breakfast in the bed
breakfast and some head
her mouth is poisonous like some f-cking lead
here i stand and here i pledge that black is beautiful no portrait kid

[hook]

[verse 4: kev k]

sh-t idk
this kev k
i’m just sorry things had to turn out this way
no time to play
f-ck b-tches get laid
make music get paid
sit back and sip on gatorade
you n-ggas sip on haterade
f-ck that sh-t
i wanna wet b-tch to satisfy my d-ck
n-ggas going around
f-cking around
b-tch pyro run this town
so sit the f-ck down and listen to these lyrics
i’m about k!ll it
you f-cking b-tches
ok, that was just the intro
now i’m gonna take it slow
i spit that fire call that sh-t pyro
i can keep your girl wet call that sh-t hydro
i don’t like no fat girls call that sh-t lipo
you can be black or white call that sh-t michael
i just k!lled this f-ckin beat kev k. a psycho

[outro: ace g.]
d-mn kev k just k!lled that sh-t pyro records b-tch

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