!llmind - He's Against Me (Intro) lyrics

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!llmind - He's Against Me (Intro) lyrics

When i'm drinking it's all shots and not sips I just block you out son, eclipse Since nfl blitz i been seeing tits I'm not acting or playing CAL ain't ever been a script Ripped off medicinal, your girl can get a pistol full Overdue no minimal, kinda always cynical Never been subliminal an outright criminal Mothaf**a, i finally reached the pinnacle 22 years it took to manifest Now finally ya mans the best f** the rest like a b**h with no standards Commander an primetime like deion sanders Holy field of my own first name ain't evander Lackin manners no construction workers goons be packing hammers Give me a gander, i'm not a good character She calls me her gladiator never been fair to her Only cause she's glad i ate her These neighbors chickens like they grewup in incubators Blacked out darth vader, serving you like waiters Are these persons or haters? your boys come to enjoy Growing paranoid, trying to a-void Become less social even though i got the best vocals Total exhaustion, but i know that i'm worthy Before i'm in a coffin want rings like coughlin Why are all these people still coming for me me? Dont wana be another biggie story Why are all these people still coming for me me Dont wana be another pac story Why are all these people still coming for me me Dont wana be another big l story Why are all these people still coming for me me Dont wana end up like eyedea story Hits barreling like dimaggio, where's my monroe? You got no dough, all your raps blow bro I'm wearing polo, ga**ed up son-o-co The one so-lo, all the hoes know U have no idea, young rocky biamilla A g i be a, u flimsey i -kea Blunts fat as fa-jitas, in charge like vi-sa They like damn son since bantam This mans the one throwin tantrums And some, you know i got a brag a little This b**h some eye candy like a bag of skittles The middle console the bread is in Brighter then edison, pumpin adrenaline The reginimin, f** over my a**ociate It ain't appropriate look how low she get Never quit, grindin like bob burnquist Young diablo grab a blunt to burn an twist Piece of sh**? I'm at least the sh** The whole kitten coodable Putting poison in your ramen noodles Ima pitbull whos stoppin poodles Putting white cream on hoes like they're toaster strudels So tootles, to believin in karma Sends shots at anybody even in armor I want a see a better f**ing liter you can ask farva Been huffing on ether since a larva All my pro-teges are like yo-no-way I'm way to dope i hate you folks I take two tokes and make you jokes Lyrically you can clearly see The unfairly apparanty I'm the heir to the Fake throne i take clones, leave em decapatied Fried off vaporization livin in a hater nation Welcome to the CALZONE

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