Fools Love

Ya'll better come well equipped

Champaigne, caviar

Remy at the bar, take a sip

Tight leather pants, oh u a crossdresser now

Tell me fag, how u gon' take the pressure now

We got the LIVE up in the hive type shit

Ain't none o' ya'll matchin' Persona type wit

Only concerned with ya Beamer or Benz

Fash trends, fake friends

how much cash they spend

Catwalk fashions

million dollar mansions

I don't give a damn how much ass u be bangin'

Blow out ya flame, snatch ya plat-pressed chain

Auction it ta the kid with the 5cent bid

See

Ya caught up in the material

Fancy this, fancy that

Ain't nothin' fancy bout ya rap

Ya weak, cheap creeps ain't nothin' unique

I got mad styles, knock peeps off their feet

Ain't makin' this fo' radio

Yet they wanna play it tho

Could it be the ill beat flow?

Blowing up ya stereo

Misfits stars o' the show

Maybe that's why…

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You won't admit you love me

All ya money hungry grubbin' hustlin'

Wannbe champaigne bubblin'

You love me

Honey covered crews

Smotherin' the true sound

Who frontin' in the sound booth

You won't admit you love me

All ya underground cats

Goal driven but ya livin' only fo' the mad cash by cuttin'

Spittin' on tracks with no rhythm

You love me

It's I, The flippa, ripper, spitter live wire

Set this mic a-fire, 6 hitter UH!

With a mustin' bust hustlin' city slicker

The crew crusher crasher

Extravagant extravaganza

Word Gangsta!

You better ta swerve and smash ya Mazda

Coz you could never tangle with the exceptional exceptions

To the rules

Innovative like inventions

We ascendin' ta the next dimension

Halooooooooooo

Here to knock you out the game

Snatch ya crown and ya reign o' terror

And rebuke ya fame

And reduce ya name ta the level o' puke

I'm gonna revel in betterin' you

I'm a rebel that attains astral plains

Skills, still levels ahead o' you

Bruise with pugilistic abuse

My magic splatters mad hatters with hat tricks

Stick shatter and batter meager misogynistic rappers

Now ya money hungry honeys lookin' kinda funny dummies

Don't know this

Still gon' show this

The way ya brag bout ya Gucci bags

Price tags and mags

I rip the hair off ya back

Make ya eat it like Nads

Sup wid dem ho's in yo videos?

That's why you get the profit

Brothers get off on it

Straight jackin' it

Scrubs not thugs

Front but you got sum

Big booty shaker from the slum

Left-overs Dick-blowers High-rollers

Yeah right bend over

Stealin' ya endz or ya big body Benz

Shit still you be sayin' ta dem

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Comin' Official

To kill the artificial

Fake, plastic, wack shit

Mimics, sportin' gimics and theatrics

Tactics

That of guerilla status

Fo' real faggot

Here ta knock ya world off it's axis

Infinitely witted

I admit it, tight lines I spit it

Close-knitted, well fitted, I did it

When this go down

Persona fabulous

When this go down

Persona marvelous WUT!

Clown, fictitious, Non-sense

Be comin' out ya mouth

So ridiculous

It's makin' me sick

But I understand why so many people (Love you)

Coz only fools give love to fools

And you the king!

Chorus