[Intro]
Yeah, check, check, I can't, I can't manage I, I can't
(But you must Rick) I can't, I can't manage
(But you must Rick) Ah, shit
[Verse 1]
Hoes ass kiss cause I'm like Jason, vision
Releasin' me a basket case from prison—pissed
Blood fiendin', the villain like "Wassup y'all"
Deep down schemin' how to kill 'em
Misleadin' a bit, although proceedin' a hit
I made 'em feel I'd never jeopardize my freedom for shit
Played the empty headed part
Though the moment they dreaded start, neat
Back of the head and took the credit card
Seen properly decease
Made it look like an everyday robbery to police
And I's out
Police believed a thief pop for surety, a jerky
Alert the rest to beef up security
And not to get flashy, although another blast occurred
Another brother deservin' to get massacred
Pleasure in poppin' that flea
Should a heard mister tough guy coppin' mad pleas
Not insane, nor am I biased
Though feels good to watch a motherfucker die before my fly ass
Ain't nothin' to blast, fuck it
Then I put some crack vials in the ass pocket and was off
Police said a thug awaited, since I didn't leave no evidence
A drug related incident
I still clock the mil' figures, cock back triggers
Reason why your girlfriends dig us—cause I kill niggas
[Chorus]
You are my shining star, my guiding light, my thug fantasy
You are my shining star, my guiding light, my thug fantasy
[Verse 2]
Well I had it up to here, that's why a brother buckin' trife
And gettin' way with murder, this the motherfuckin' life
At a jam, nine figure on shelf
While your army a nigga snickering among self—thieves
Who wanna clock the bread off the next
That's why I'm gonna blow their fucking head off
Maybe the victor get stuck up
Giving these clowns opportunity to bulk up
They knowin' that the kid crew showers, eye cowers
And leaves for 'bout a good two hours
While they're like 'we could've caught Rick what, for all sort
That's what the assholes thought
Tough guy mumblin', I thunderin'
Why I had a motherfucking AK ya wonderin'
And raise it higher, start giving them the fire
As they scream like high pitch women like Mariah
Blood on the wall like, other brothers ball like they hit
Seein' shots split a motherfuckers skull like lettuce
Run a nigga best bet is for another duck in gauge
I'm in a motherfucking rage
Mask 'bout face, Now figure dash
Smash 'bout 10 ta 15 nigga ass out
More enemy dug, deceased, caught
Had not, gave one fuck what police thought (what?)
But first I best provide all brainiacs
With evidence of a suicidal maniac
While I clock the mil' figures, cock back triggers
Reason why your girlfriends dig us—cause I kills niggas
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