K-pop Lyrics

Blessed are the meek
but I can’t turn the other
cheek if you slap me
niggas with bodies
on they hands
salute and dap me
They some wild Apaches
that dress a little tacky
but when they start
bussin, duck like Daffy
and just to be happy
I stay alone, born alone
die alone, even
get high alone
The weed brings the
meditations to
higher zones
Ya can’t reach my level,
stars can’t clone
for real, I don’t got time
to sit around and pretend
like me and you
is gonna be friends
I’m tryin to make more ends
Hopefully when
I get more spins
off some shit that
I spit to Drama’s blends
I need new friends like
I need a hole in my head
my wife love me for more
than my pole in the bed
Hopefully we’ll never
divorce pray for the best
expect the worse of course
when I’m gone who’ll
mourn the loss
Life is torture like
Christ on the cross
every day someone
says something
to piss me off
If I didn’t smoke,
somebody would
get choked
You talk tough but you
more yellow
than egg yolks
I don’t smile and joke,
cuz they’re ain’t shit funny
when you broke
in the hood, starving
with no money
Everybody gotta
fend for themselves
survival of the fittest
Only the strong
survive so handle
your business

Don’t press the issue,
flip text direct to diss you
deadly bars separate
flesh from tissue
bet it piss you off
that I stay shining
without signing cuz
I’m built for the grinding
Haters is silent in fear
of Chan turn violent
stores get burnt down
if I’m owed on
consignment
Who’s the tyrant I’m
Mussolini when
I’m rhyming
my bars is hot like fully
cooked pots of ramen
Paint the sky put the
stars in alignment
cock block on the cash
flow the gatt firing
pyrotechnics nah
its the real thing
no remorse or regrets
I don't feel a thing
Pain pressure stress
who gives a fuck
life’s a bitch like Nas
said so hit the dutch
Two fingers in the
sky it’s no joke
this don't stand for
peace it’s the sound
of the blow blow
Pet peeves those who
talk and show no action
this and that shut the
fuck up make it happen
Young MCs are you sure?
It’s a crazy life
Money power respect
kid it’s only right
Masters in my hand
dawgs what you think?
Writing royalties
plus the publishing
Rosters sick '06
we on a roll
Half the label
ex-cons or on parole