twenty24four - fast food lyrics
multi till i die like bk
no hamburgers
but you know as a man they’ll murder
any animals
speakin’ to the pigs more ammo
since you love your glock 9s loaded
stuff themselves with the fake good gettin’ bloated
well in that case
tell the cops suck a c+ck
till they full from it
let me tell you about my life
only good you can pull from it, is
all my life i been about my dollar
i told my mama if i pray to allah
like will that make you prouder?
cus knowing i can buy prada don’t do sh+t for the fam
or my proud, i
watch with my right eye
everybody get wide+eyed
and with the left im witnessing disrespect
keep it pushing cus yes
all the slugs and your trust in these raps that i bust is a blur
astigmatism in my vision
got me blind to the hatred and my worth
got me feeling
down and out when i’m down and dirty
i’m rhyming like i’m bout 30
but i’m only half the age and then some
b+tches call me handsome
see me rapping and start laughing
cus i don’t make the sh+t for them to give hand jobs
i tell ’em it’s okay
i’m still accepting applications on the daily
man i gotta keep it candid
ima product of my own thoughts, sell ideas for the low
tryna give the world something to hold and not let go
but this art can’t be bought
when you ask about me
watch how they actually doubt me
mask my emotions with just one dope rap and a notion
that we all good for our own selves but bad for our own health
“twenty24four” is the name they say when
they ask about the change made for the famed homeland
i see my people f+cked up and i’m feeling i lucked up
cus i can even get a chance to say “d+mn:
my reactions is counter reactions to
f+ggots filled in a faction
steady asking “what happened?”
bout this and bout that sh+t
but i been off of that sh+t
i’ve never known
if i was ever goin blow
my boy tell me to just chill
don’t drop every week foreal
they’ll treat you like micky d’s
i told him i gotta eat
i told him they gotta eat
so f+ck it a 20 piece
is what i’m finna be
cus i’ll be d+mned
if they ever forget about me
don’t sell your soul for so cheap
don’t give out no 4 for 4’s
but supreme wraps por favor
na none of that extra sh+t
just give ’em enough to live
so have it your way instead
b+tches come regardless
they’ll l!ck your fingers the best
sh+t ain’t just goin’ be good
you’ll be loved in every hood
every city
every school
you know kids is getting fat
so don’t come with it so fast
spit that sh+t real slow
don’t give out nothing to go
keep it that dine in mood
don’t be rap games
fast food
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