Kill a Celebrity - Ramallah

Niggas sendin' threats through a text message and shit Tryna send hoes to follow us And fuck on me and every one of my niggas Thought they set a nigga up Like a nigga just stupid or somethin' (haha) Ha Say bitch Them same fingers you used to type that shit, bitch (fah) Make sure (fah, fah) they be the same fingers That squeeze that bitch when you see me (bah) (Fah, bow) Bird business Up in that muhfuckin' stolo with a fuckin' cutter on me He's a no-show Send my partner to flip your ass To send your ass where you don't wanna go This bitch giving me dumb throat This bitch giving me dumb throat Catch that bitch, we gon' dump bro Rip on his ass and roll his bro Pussy-ass nigga don't know me We could go rack-for-rack 'cause I'm really rich Fuck all that lil' pussy shit and that silly shit, gon' catch a kill And the drank came sealed I could buy my deal (my deal) I don't got my Glock concealed (uh-uh) So you know it's hot in here (hot in here) She like how my watch appear (appear) See it through the rear-view mirror (view mirror) Tryna keep the snakes from 'round here ('round here) Most of the time, gone off pills Most of the time, I'm under the influence You know I talk that cheese real fluent (yeah) You know these racks, yeah, I'm pursuing (yeah, huh) This bird business, we never losin' (bird business) I'm with MBM murder gang (murder gang) And that AR came with a coolin' Remember that bitch called me her chooser Now that bitch callin' me zaddy Remember used to rock Caddies Now it's S560 4MATIC This Cartier getting old I think it's time to go Patek Keep me a fuckin' baddie Each got a fatty, clutchin' my plastic Money damn near elastic Check my fashion, Louis my fabrics (my fabric, yeah) Emilio Pucci my jacket Keep that ratchet part of my fashion (pucci, pop, huh) Cartier buff glasses (uh) Too much racks start madness (yeah) Up in that muhfuckin' stolo with a fuckin' cutter on me He's a no-show Send my partner to kill his ass To send his ass where you don't wanna go This bitch giving me dumb throat This bitch giving me dumb throat Catch that boy, we gon' dump bro Rip on his ass and roll his bro Pussy-ass nigga don't know me We could go rack-for-rack 'cause I'm really rich Fuck all that lil' pussy shit and that silly shit (go do a drill)

Oh, make me over I'm all I wanna be A walking study In demonology Hey, so glad you could make it Yeah, now you really made it Hey, so glad you could make it now Oh, look at my face My name is might have been My name is never was My name's forgotten Hey, so glad you could make it Yeah, now you really made it Hey, there's only us left now When I wake up in my makeup It's too early for that dress Wilted and faded Somewhere in Hollywood I'm glad I came here with your pound of flesh No second billing 'cause you're a star now Oh, Cinderella, they aren't sluts like you Beautiful garbage, beautiful dresses Can you stand up or will you just fall down? You better watch out For what you wish for It better be worth it So much to die for Hey, so glad you could make it Yeah, now you really made it Hey, there's only us left now When I wake up in my makeup Have you ever felt so used up as this? It's all so sugarless Hooker, waitress, model, actress Oh, just go nameless Honeysuckle, she's full of poison She obliterated everything she kissed Now she's fading somewhere in Hollywood I'm glad I came here with your pound of flesh You want a part of me Well, I'm not selling cheap No, I'm not selling cheap

Looking straight at the light It never used to be that bright last night But it's a new day with fuzz in my eyes Alarm is still ringing when i open the blinds How do these people do it? They are like driving around like there's nothing to it I imagine it's like the medication their on Or probably just the coffee but One thing is certain in life And that is that today i'm going to eat cereal I mean come on let's get our priorities straight But before i know it i'm out the door late Just trying to catch some rat or some race Or something i'm not quite sure what it is So for now i just best keep moving And by nine am my brain and my body Finally decide to meet And we come to the same conclusion as yesterday That i never get enough sleep Chorus Sleep, no i never get enough Always waking up tired Sleep, no i never get enough If i don't show up i might get fired Sleep, no i never get enough Always waking up tired Sleep, no i never get enough If i don't show up i might get fired They call it commuting But i think they should call it intravenous Cause it's what i need every time i get Stuck behind a truck, just trying to turn left Just trying to turn left, why are you trying to turn left Why don't you park your silly cube van Hop in i'll drop you off Cause at this rate we'll both be late But i'd rather be late than sitting here doing nothing And by nine a.m. my brain and my body Finally decide to meet And we come to the same conclusion as yesterday That i never get enough sleep Bridge Sleep go on and sleep some more Sleep go on and sleep some more