Alladat

Lyrics

I pray for my enemies
 i tell the lord to bless the both of us
 Papa threw the dueces
 but fuck it i never hold grudges
 my worst fear is to die broke
 life in the jungle
 rip the horns off a rhino
 music always been a part of us
 mama was never hard on us
 i was always worried when she had to ride the MARTA bus
 started drinkin young, cause them koreans never carded us
 young and black, but they didnt give a fuck
 and it was obvious
 the life of a dope boy is simply captivating
 to niggas turning master splinter on the affidavit
 im jewish with the bread
 every dollars calculated
 these niggas sideways
 this 9 will get em calibrated
 im just a dreamer asking god to shine a little light
 these niggas soft and theyll prolly die in a pillow fight
 im smokin hashis out of a silver pipe
 I TOLD THAT BITCH TO RUN THE JEWELS
 WORD TO KILLER MIKE
 Promethazine and sprite on ice when i aint feeling right
 i aint concerned about vices bitch im just livin life
 these hoes gon let us cut just like a kitchen knife
 im on that kryptonite
 I BREAK EM WHEN I FLIP THE DYKES
 I eat beats and then i spit the bone
 a pistols chrome
 catch me in the oldschool bumpin vic damone
 mister benton's home, niggas get to falling back
 Cash rule everything and nigga i want all of that
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 Fuck the world, bitch, I want alladat
 Cash rules, nigga, gimme alladat
 I ain't playing, I want all of that
 Kicking down your door, bitch, gimme alladat
 I want alladat, nigga, gimme alladat
 I want alladat, nigga, gimme alladat
 I want alladat, nigga, gimme alladat
 I want alladat, nigga, gimme alladat
 Name a nigga in my city that can fuck with me
 Besides the OG's, y'all pussy niggas is weak
 Nightmare On Elm Street, put these niggas to sleep
 Old frog ass nigga, I dare you faggots to leap
 Lame ass niggas can't walk in these pair of shoes
 Jump out airplanes and shoot at coupes, while I parachute
 High as a paratroop, old school like a pair of Troops
 Rappers wear a suit, cause this bully gon' bury you
 I'll disable y'all, niggas agitated like the cable off
 Southern niggas spilling hot sauce on the tablecloth
 Think the god's soft, then this K about to break them all
 Pussy ass niggas getting jealous cause we taking off
 Imma feast, got your bitch cooking quiche
 Hundred grand at my nigga's grave, may he rest in peace
 Kick game like a priest, I told you, I'm sucker free
 Politic with rich Jews, while spilling wine on a fleece
 Toast to tomorrow I'm sipping wine on a beach
 I rhyme like a beast, the nine inside the Caprice
 Garbage ass nigga, your fucking lines is weak
 And you can lose life if you fuck with mine, capiche?
 I've been this way, show you how the switch blade, penetrate
 I fuck hoes, that look like Gabourey Sidibe
 I stuff bricks in a pillow case and hit your face
 These narcotics got me feeling, like I sit in space
 Cash rules everything around me
 Money over bitches, told these lame ass hoes to get around me
 Eastide killer, I came from DeKalb county
 A-Town's royal, you motherfuckers should crown me
 

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Song Details

Duration
03:27
Key
11
Tempo
180 BPM

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