2 Magazines lyrics

[Chorus]
Two magazines taped together (yeah)
Touching more paper then a teller (yeah)
Ready for the bullsh*t whenever (yeah)
Grab a pen, add beef to my schedule (yeah)
Take a picture, write it down, mail a letter (yeah)
You won't lay a finger, though I dare you (yeah)
We'll take all the paper if you let us (yeah)
With these two magazines taped together (yeah)

[Verse]
Fresh out of f*cks to give, mind your f*cking biz'
If she with me once I'm finished wit' her, she won't love again
I'm so irritated, I keep breaking all my rubber bands
Paranoid, man, I thought I heard somebody bustin' in
That's the ice maker, silly me, I'm going nuts again
Ain't no body brave enough to come in here, on brother, man
Just in case I installed surveillance all over my land
If they thinking 'bout a come up, they won't get the upper hand
Come on in, only way you make it out is in a bag
I'm protecting all of my babies, I don't care about the stash
Wish a n*gga would, I hope not, knock on wood
I'm from out of the hood sneakin' dough in mama pocket book
This for all the trouble I done caused, I cannot undo it
I don't have to meet these rapper n*ggas, I know I'm the truest
I can't help it, all this year I plan on snapping like a tourist
I bought all you n*ggas albums now I'm way too f*cking poor
I need something else to do, I need new women to screw
I don't buy her sh*t to wear, I only like her birthday suit
I don't like convertibles, I feel like John F. Kennedy
Getting dome by a pretty stripper named "serenity"
We just f*cking I'm not interested in her identity
All I know she could be married and forgot to mention it
All I know is I'm the sh*t, oh, I forgot to mention it
I write letters to my people while they do their sentences
I'm a super hero, poverty my arch nemesis
Slap that cartridge in my choppa like a Sega genesis
Run that by me come on try me, watch how with the sh*t I get
I got more than one stick like a pack of Winterfresh
You know me, b*tch, I'm fresher than a stick of Winterfresh
In the mall, Zoe whining, all she want is cinna-stix
All I want is so much money, I can't fit in a text
I'm still sh*tting on 'em, come back later, I'm not finished yet
[Chorus]
I got two magazines taped together (yeah)
Touching more paper then a teller (yeah)
Ready for the bullsh*t whenever (yeah)
Grab a pen add beef to my schedule (yeah)
Take a picture, write it down mail a letter (yeah)
You won't lay a finger, though I dare you (yeah)
We'll take all the paper if you let us (yeah)
With these two magazines taped together (yeah)
Two magazines taped together (yeah)
Touching more paper then a teller (yeah)
Ready for the bullsh*t whenever (yeah)
Grab a pen add beef to my schedule (yeah)
Take a picture, write it down mail a letter (yeah)
You won't lay a finger, though I dare you (yeah)
We'll take all the paper if you let us (yeah)
With these two magazines taped together (yeah)