You can depend on Cud Life to kill it
Having guillotine dreams with my enemies (oh!)
See em in the ditch, see em out
Hit the X can't stand to hear a bitch nigga mouth
Took a hook in the road to get in the mode, geronimo
Get em a jeans, white tee, Cleveland fitted
Hoes know me round the map, I can't hide the old summers
Litted
The rest unfolds, tell me how the fuck does he does it
Levels unreachable, can't pin em to a mole
Its' like a nigga been here before, shit is a bore
My thoughts sore in the AM
Slay them like a machine 'round the clock with the 12 gauge aim
Telling Satan to fuck off
Hated the hand I was given
Tossed that shit back like "God must be kidding"
And not for a nigga like me, not for the family
Not for the similar plans I just dumped
And I made simple choices, her voices follow
No can't stop a man with passion
These hoes don't distract a God, I am no clown
Grown man laying in stones all around in my throne
My kingdom throwing from space
Fuck all expressions on face, this is the case
I'm in a place to be great, hmm
No fakes, raising the stakes
I'm in a place to be great, hmm hmm hmm
Uh, doing music, TV and movies
Sitting on the floors we ain't heard of
And the media wanna act like I ain't out here (I'm out here)
Running laps around these hoes (for years!)
Running the game with no cheat codes
Unfuckwittable with two T's nigga, who else but Cud
Give a mother fuck
I does it, I, I, I does it and I does it, yeah
I, I, I does it, yeah
I, I does it, yeah, oh, oh, oh
Nigga, I does it, yeah
Oh, I, nigga, I does it, yeah
Oh, oh, oh, I does it, yeah
I does it yeah, oh, oh
Thought the kid dough 'cause I'm in a oven often
The kush in the lungs, a bushel of nugs
Awaken the dope you ain't never sold
Got the homies in the hood and they ready to rage on
Fast lane pushing to the limit
Uh, enjoy the spoils but no baskin' in it
But see I really wanna give me if I'ma go crowd live with some girls who love me in this condom
The more I grow, the more I double in powers
Non ambitious for cowards, trippy go for toes
Won't be a drone clone, half hearted
Sheep in the heard, brainwashed to low 'cause
And if I piss people off along the way, bonus
Cause these niggas are stale chips, all around thinking they're fresh with the stale shit
And corny bitches need corny niggas that's well fit
God has a plan for everybody but I'm it, chosen
Scotty bout to even the mood, get lost in the tomb
Say we are, we are, the knights in the world
The sun up, sunny side up, running from you, taking the que
Having a drink
Here's to you, you, you, and you
Salute
Hmmm, I bet you would do
Salute
Uh, doing music, TV and movies
Sitting on the floors we ain't heard of
And the media wanna act like I ain't out here (I'm out here)
Running laps around these hoes
Unfuckwittable with two T's nigga, who else become
Give a mother fuck
I does it, I, I, I does it and I does it, yeah
I, I, I does it, yeah
I, I does it, yeah, oh, oh, oh
Nigga, I does it, yeah
Oh, I, nigga, I does it, yeah
Oh, oh, oh, I does it, yeah
I does it, yeah, oh, oh
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