MURDEROUS SOUNDZ E

I got cars in my stable, real niggas on My label. Riding fifty thousand dollar car, You niggas ain't able. I'm a real rap star, I got real rap Cars. Got a real rap sheet, bitch I've been Behind bars. Real fans give me play, real hoes keep me Laid. Got a former posse member recognize how was Made. Got you pussy niggas mad, Reminiscing what you had. Had a couple, never went back, if I been Sent to the past. We don't need you has beens, matter fact you Never was. We don't need you broke-ass niggas, We just need some more drugs. Watch you haters run your lip, but I still Don't give a shit. All I do is laugh And roll a blunt, and I take a hit. Keep on working that nine to five, know you Hate it with a boon. Trying to make a diss track in your mama Living room. Tried to help your record work, But career now disappeared. Now you niggas wanna diss us 'cause your dawg Just disappeared. Pull up in a Coupe, I'm rolling that drop top and I make Plays. I'm rolling that beast up with my stunner Chain. I'm rolling, I'm rolling, I'm rolling up. Cruise, that truth, yeah. Pull up in a coupe, La Page. I'm rolling that drop top and I make plays. I'm rolling that beast up With my stunner chain. I'm rolling, I'm I'm rolling up. Cruise, that truth, yeah. Pull up in a coupe, La Page. I'm rolling that drop top and I make plays. I'm rolling that beast with my stunner chain. I'm rolling, I'm