Desperado

Uh
 Cheah
 Uh
 Uh
 Dedicated to
 It's dedicated to
 Fuck it
 Uh, I got a pocket full of posies
 Some devil with a pitchfork keep talkin' like he know me
 I'm psychopathic, low-key, my hyperactive dome piece
 Get no sleep, ill as fuck, the hospitals seem so weak
 I stood before an Angel as he told me 'bout the glory
 Put me in a room of people, how the fuck could I be lonely?
 I only get money, these labels tryna clone me
 Uh, my thoughts get heavy, hit the ground and crack the concrete
 So, I try to keep 'em in my head
 It's sad to see when everything that you believe is dead
 Word to Heavy D, and rest in peace to all that come and pass
 Life is good sometimes, but it just doesn't last
 A bunch of stress, you see this mic is like my punchin' bag
 Rock 'n' Roll, drugs and cash, you softer than a bubble bath
 Sucker ass motherfucker, motherfucker's sediment
 Doper than the shit that killed Chris Tucker in Dead Presidents
 Desert rhymes, homie, ridin' beats, I'm on a camel
 I'm way too hot to handle, life a beach, I brought my sandals, heh
 You want a war? I got a lot of ammo
 You ain't a soldier 'cause you rockin' camo
 Young Rambo, hundred million fans though
 And I do it big, you a iPod Nano
 Fire on wax, look like I brought candles
 Yeah, you got a show, but you ain't on my channel
 That's HBO, bitch, you gotta pay for that
 Aha-ha-ha
 Your channel's free
 Aha-ha-ha (I'm gonna fucking kill you)
 Uh
 IMAX some shit motherfucker, yeah, suck my dick
 Hey
 Ayo, I'm 'bout to start gambilin' with Ambien, I'm Dutch smokin'
 That's a strike but fuck bowlin', I could tear a pin of Maryland
 See, I'm American, apparently it's damaging
 To be in front of cameras in your underwear with Marilyn
 Monroe-looking dumb hoes who want too much dough
 And come close to have you straight tripping when you jump rope
 Don't rock the love boat, this business fuckin' cutthroat
 And it's gonna crack if you just paint the wall with one coat
 Rooms filled with blunt smoke, peep me through the fog
 These rappers who be hatin' probably need to get a job
 See, me, I'm with my squad, gettin' money, livin' comfortable
 I know a couple hoes who model, but they ugly though
 Fuck a toast, y'all is fucking broke, cut ya throat
 Judging me is nothing dope, boy, you lying under oath
 God made the world, why did man make the scriptures?
 And if he created Lennon, why'd he go and make a Hitler?
 I could take a photo, but I'd rather paint a picture
 Of the one Laurence Fishburne, we'll shoot up all you hipsters
 I'm from Pittsburgh, that's black and gold
 If my skin gets filled up, I'ma tat my soul
 Running out of paper, writin' on my hand
 Hundred thousand haters writin' 'bout my jams
 Want a number one independent album? I'm your man
 I'ma hit Preme and leave you all right where you stand
 
 Uh
 Cheah
 Uh
 Uh
 Dedicated to
 It's dedicated to
 Fuck it
 Uh, I got a pocket full of posies
 Some devil with a pitchfork keep talkin' like he know me
 I'm psychopathic, low-key, my hyperactive dome piece
 Get no sleep, ill as fuck, the hospitals seem so weak
 I stood before an Angel as he told me 'bout the glory
 Put me in a room of people, how the fuck could I be lonely?
 I only get money, these labels tryna clone me
 Uh, my thoughts get heavy, hit the ground and crack the concrete
 So, I try to keep 'em in my head
 It's sad to see when everything that you believe is dead
 Word to Heavy D, and rest in peace to all that come and pass
 Life is good sometimes, but it just doesn't last
 A bunch of stress, you see this mic is like my punchin' bag
 Rock 'n' Roll, drugs and cash, you softer than a bubble bath
 Sucker ass motherfucker, motherfucker's sediment
 Doper than the shit that killed Chris Tucker in Dead Presidents
 Desert rhymes, homie, ridin' beats, I'm on a camel
 I'm way too hot to handle, life a beach, I brought my sandals, heh
 You want a war? I got a lot of ammo
 You ain't a soldier 'cause you rockin' camo
 Young Rambo, hundred million fans though
 And I do it big, you a iPod Nano
 Fire on wax, look like I brought candles
 Yeah, you got a show, but you ain't on my channel
 That's HBO, bitch, you gotta pay for that
 Aha-ha-ha
 Your channel's free
 Aha-ha-ha (I'm gonna fucking kill you)
 Uh
 IMAX some shit motherfucker, yeah, suck my dick
 Hey
 Ayo, I'm 'bout to start gambilin' with Ambien, I'm Dutch smokin'
 That's a strike but fuck bowlin', I could tear a pin of Maryland
 See, I'm American, apparently it's damaging
 To be in front of cameras in your underwear with Marilyn
 Monroe-looking dumb hoes who want too much dough
 And come close to have you straight tripping when you jump rope
 Don't rock the love boat, this business fuckin' cutthroat
 And it's gonna crack if you just paint the wall with one coat
 Rooms filled with blunt smoke, peep me through the fog
 These rappers who be hatin' probably need to get a job
 See, me, I'm with my squad, gettin' money, livin' comfortable
 I know a couple hoes who model, but they ugly though
 Fuck a toast, y'all is fucking broke, cut ya throat
 Judging me is nothing dope, boy, you lying under oath
 God made the world, why did man make the scriptures?
 And if he created Lennon, why'd he go and make a Hitler?
 I could take a photo, but I'd rather paint a picture
 Of the one Laurence Fishburne, we'll shoot up all you hipsters
 I'm from Pittsburgh, that's black and gold
 If my skin gets filled up, I'ma tat my soul
 Running out of paper, writin' on my hand
 Hundred thousand haters writin' 'bout my jams
 Want a number one independent album? I'm your man
 I'ma hit Preme and leave you all right where you stand