Fuq U! Pay Me! - Smigg Dirtee, Johaz, Exile

Don’t you act up, 'cuz you ain’t crazy

Niggas in the hood like, fuck you pay me

We grind daily, through the background

Suckas talking tough, 'till somebody got shot down

Top of the world, top of the pile

Become one with the universe on top of the clouds

Niggas talking like they king, we 'gon stomp on their crown

Is there a doctor in the house, 'cuz its an officer down

Jeweler the (?), gotta get cash

Get my hands up on this paper, 'fore the economy crash

Oh you a thug life actor with a sodomy past

Making rappers think (?) in a (?) bag

Savage the land, damage the surface i mean

Beheading these devils, and battling serpents it seems

You cry in the night, but nobody hears 'ya screams

You’re reaching for God, but devils done cursed your dreams

You feel the pain like an Advil, and wipe the blood of your hands,

and then your mans kill

And right before you say goodnight, i pray that he has mercy on your soul

Dollar bill, drug dealer, slums, hate build here

Big gum, thrust your four-wheelers in the windmills

Miller beer cheers, and the veal only fears jail-

And late bills, oh, (?) finger nail

Hair done, check from the county should of been here

Attitude- just write it from my living room view

Music’s like a therapy group, troubled youth

(?) conspiracies, and audio boost

Move crowd with a (?)

Cash rules, who think not-

Pop screws loose in your (?)

Ox the city, not the bebe shot

If any problems, I poke 'em like, (?)

Cost ya my honesty, but they know

He just a remix in the same song, play slow

Oh, yea

Before you go-

Niggas coming at me sideways just to rap on their beat

But they ain’t holla at the kid when i was flat on the street

No tip, no whips, I was trapping in heat

But got the nerve to get mad 'cuz i ain’t rapping for free?

Now- you on some (?) shit, tryna guilt me on some

«We can bring the west back» shit

But i remember you, got Hollywood as fuck

Popping bottles in the club, and way too good to say «Whadup?»

Yo, so i left it at that

And i ain’t never been a hater I was thinking congrats

But if a nigga want beef, homie speak with the gat

Dangerous, sign language leave you leaking your (?)

Fuck eating with rats, and snakes I’m speaking the facts

I’m like black lumber jacks, the way i creep with the axe

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