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hood musical - stoic lyrics

[verse: jev.]
mr immigrant, bigger threat than talibans
type to k!ll the presidents and stash ’em in my momma purse
poppa was a rollin’ stone, i’m theo with the double 4
fire in the booth, i burn the body and the evidence
operation coming for that spot no cruella vil
i cancel out the e, you find the d in your momma b*tch
shooting at the stars again, different type of residue
anna mae i had to have her cake, made it taste too
we double up the ammo, shot the sheriff and the deputy
dyslexic bad b*tch she put the ass right in front of you
loner inc reign and the inc got some thunder too
cut your head off, only time i bury the hatchet fool
f*ck a coin toss, i want the head and the tail
put the 9 to his face, make the n*gga say his prayers
i’ma monster aiming at your lung
i eat that b*tch out, till she speaking out in tongues
forgot that b*tch name, she on the tip of my tongue though
rewind
they say karma is a b*tch, so i pimp her your honour
what goes around comes around, only right a n*gga cut corners
beauty and the beast i’m not the former
got the charm and the gold, i’ma black ass irish
shooting till you n*ggas see god like poseidon
f*ck you and your charity, manure when you root for me
young money soul with that warren buffet energy
cause b*tch i’m weezy f and the f for the philantrophy
the new rap messiah, i’m f*cking vampire
out for blood, i can sell your remains to the mexicans
f*cking with me, gon cost you a arm and a ligament
i’m coming for that crown like a doctor with the babies man
an animal, i drink the f*cking poison of cobra
if that’s the f*cking bar
then i took it all the way to the point
f*cking aliens is playing limbo on it
monster, call a ambulance call a doctor
these rappers running out
better run and hide for cover
cause i’m the type to leave full body sketches laying on the pavement
b*tch i’m jean michel with the street art
still ain’t never been a street artist
a n*gga from the surburbs, momma working overtime, applaud her
running around trying put some d*ck in your daughter
another sob story in the hood, that’s the musical
mothers crying, sounding like a siren singing
accompanied by glocks with the switch that’s soprano
can’t forget the bass let the mac 11 boom
plus the fiends is the alto and the young is the tenor
a melody so sweet even bach couldn’t write it
but we know, a black and white world like pianos
this life about the c note
my heroes never looked like stan lee characters
a different world they just carry round lil derringers
yeah my n*gga that’s a different type of iron man
sip sip 4, i ain’t tryna hang with these n*ggas no more
i ain’t tryna brag with these b*tches no more
i ain’t tryna f*ck on these b*tches no more
sip the holy water, treat it like a 40 ounce
chopper got vibrato and don’t let it make a sound
it’s the cold hearted villain gallivanting in the house
martin had a dream to put jeromes in the house
it’s the modern day caesar with the sh*ts and commas
and the kamikaze drip and the melancholy flow
jev play with p*ssy not games i’m not a phase
take shots it’s barely getting in my frame b*tch
the loner inc. reign, now and forever
shoutout stoic

- stoic lyrics

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