Paul Janssen lyrics

[Intro: ANKHLEJOHN]
Hey, baby‚ you the one sold me the drugs I'm gettin' high on‚ come on‚ man
Yo, don't f*ckin' walk away from me, n*gga
I sold you those drugs so that you could make money
You forgetful motherf*cker
You got high‚ so you f*cked up, n*gga, you
Oh‚ I f*cked up?
Yeah, you f*cked up
This is a Shaap Records exclusive
Shaap sh*t only
f*ck wrong with these n*ggas?
n*ggas know my name, n*gga, Big Lordy
The one thing I don't play around with is n*ggas, man, you hear me? Yeah
What's the motherf*ckin' dealy? f*ckin' hear me?
f*ck these n*ggas talkin' 'bout?
Stop playin' with these young n*ggas, man
Ayy, check

[Verse 1: ANKHLEJOHN]
I got switched up the most, some of the n*ggas I came up with
If you was with me before and not now, you can suck di*k
On my way to Keshia house, got a tough grip
She the type that make n*ggas nut quick
I was raised up out of them trenches, not a f*ck to give (Not at all)
Converged up and I still stuff for ribs
For n*ggas, I make it tough to live
His mother lost his son, I had to rub her tears
n*gga, I'm somethin' that the public fears
You already know what the f*ck it is
No cap in my rap like I don't f*ck with Lids
So many people I disappointed
I'm the one that's anointed
You wanna talk to me, b*tch, make an appointment
You can't beat 'em, then join 'em, call heads on a coin flip
Fentanyl came in a little tube like Neosporin ointment, yeah
Defeated the odds, now we feast with the gods
I pull strings like n*ggas playin' the guitars
I let my nuts hang, my p*nis is large
The meanest of broads wanna see about ours
She fat as sh*t, Lord, I can see from afar
n*ggas got no heart, petty ass mad got your bro up like a go-kart
Let n*ggas tell it, they relish
Move keys like Mozart, sh*t
You remind me of them back-in-the-day n*ggas
Asking for a dollar in front of the store
Shrug my shoulder, nothing to say to n*ggas, yeah
Kind of like Mitch did to Uncle Ice
I sold you drugs so you could buy somethin' nice (Stupid n*gga)
You the one that took that flight
Gettin' high all night, stuffin' the pipe
n*gga, go get your life, sh*t
Your daddy was a rat, n*gga, your set drop some mice, sh*t
n*ggas stuck in the can feelin' trapped for life
Find the OG on the ten, well, and ask him for advice
[Interlude]
Like what should I do?
Gettin' out of here and never comin' back to this sh*t

[Verse 2: Rome Streetz]
Yo, you know who the f*ck it is
My n*ggas movin' things, we all kings, pulling strings like a puppeteer
You small ball n*ggas ball down, this the upper tier
Gemstone bars cut your ear, I stunt and gear this fear
My motherf*ckin' nuts hang like a chandelier
My b*tch ill like Pam Grier, rock Chanel and gold Cartiers
Your whole squad is queer
You're running at your top speed, sweating like a motherf*cker, still gettin' nowhere (Y'all n*ggas is bums)
I do this at my own pace
Used to rob n*ggas with the mask on, now magazines asking for pics of Rome's face
Collect the currency first, a ho is what I don't chase
You prayin' to that mystery god, that sh*t is so fake
Deaf and blind swine eaters
Been knew the world was mine, didn't need no confirmation from a palm reader
Been through mad sh*t, my life a page out the Don Diva
Been a fly n*gga, I get pus*y with my mom's features
How I sound is like Farrakhan's speeches
I show the devil what long reach is, we hard to hear
Me and ANKHLEJOHN is morphine and fentanyl mixed
Raw sh*t
These n*ggas ain't no calm, they all corpses (n*ggas is dead)
Nothing as hard as this
Sniff 'til your nose lose all the cartilage
What I record is marvelous, motherf*cker
[Outro]
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