Ahh
Ahh
You don't know me (Know me)
So I don't owe you shit (You shit)
Fuck the police (Fuck the police)
Cash in yo' death wish, death wish, wish
I've been holding back some rough ways
I've been holding back some rough ways
I might fuckin' crack loose my head
I might fuckin' crack loose my head
I might fuckin' crack loose my head
Ahh, don't touch me, bitch
Stay the fuck out my way
Don't touch me, bitch
Another day is gone
Home to the true nickel-based heads
Bumpin' system, screamin', knockin' hard
Through your eardrums, pump it out
Declare more fear, you unpack, an army's here
Be clear, repair, know my winner time is near
Peer pressure, war pleasure
Fucked under stormy weather
Devil come for brighter days
Eat my soul, killer face
I've been holding back some rough ways
I've been holding back some rough ways
I might fuckin' crack loose my head
I might fuckin' crack loose my head
I might fuckin' crack loose my head
And then again, it's like a huge reality check, you know?
People don't wanna hear about the real shit and the bad things
That's goin' on in this world and the good things, you know?
Like a lot of these rappers talk it, you know?
You, you go out on a Saturday night or weekend
From your job, you party, you live it up
Then once Monday hits, boom, your ass back clockin' into that job
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