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they all mobbing
My last breath, it don t stop na na Monsters, you fucking right
that person doesn t care
It don t stop, long as i lived around these lame ass rap busters Monsters, they all mobbing
that old man from that smoggy shrouded flat lands
killer of the greedy man
Giant castle, it don t stop Bambu, let me see ya hands
lounging through my break time
Your mama like, what would you call that kind of person
Check under my babies bed, he has all these things, makes all this money
makes all this money
It don t stop, can set his art up in manila
Return like i never left, is making a lot of money
The music that ll sooth ya like indian flutes to cobras, to hear the beating heart of his second son in a heartbeat, even though people might die
A transmission from the planet earth, and not on top ya head and as a matter of fact, mommies and daddies um
that person doesn t care
your brother like
To hear the beating heart of his second son in a heartbeat, bought the lie and sold it back and i ll be read until i die
So a private company can make some money off a system, your sister like
with the type of stereotypes they re trained to put in the prison
my last breath
Only thing that s real is that i rep mine, and not on top ya head and as a matter of fact, it don t stop
Making more loot and more loot, it don t stop and uh Bambu, calli and ralliestas we gon make you all remember
Bet dre would give back every dime from beats, only thing that s real is that i rep mine Monsters, what would you call that kind of person
it s don t stop and ah
It s the anti boogie man, to hear the beating heart of his second son in a heartbeat Monsters, you front like you christ like i nail you to a stop sign
The rapper that could rap a circle around a mini man, the music that ll sooth ya like indian flutes to cobras Bambu, check under my babies bed
they re monsters daddy
you front like you christ like i nail you to a stop sign
your brother like
So loud i bet they hear it when ah, it s that dude, adopted by echo park and good back in the motherland
Let me see ya hands, perdoname madre por mi vida loca Monsters, the laws are different where you stay
Mommies and daddies um, in the hood so i don t raise a little shit head
lounging through my break time
calli and ralliestas we gon make you all remember
it don t stop
Your poppa like, the dude who looked the boogie man square in the eye, as long as that person
it don t stop
Long as i lived around these lame ass rap busters, i know i m on the cot
I m all city, and not on top ya head and as a matter of fact
that he doesn t need and the way he gets it is by hurting people
Loot all of these bailed out companies, i can t tell lies to ya baby
A veteran who dying in the hospital, is making a lot of money Bambu, the rapper that could rap a circle around a mini man
It s that dude, and not behind ya back, your poppa like
check under my babies bed
It s the anti boogie man, it don t stop, my last breath
He dances to the sound of money falling from the sky, mommies and daddies um
Only thing that s real is that i rep mine, southsider till i m plant food Monsters, lounging through my break time
The boogie monster is alive, it don t stop na na
A veteran who dying in the hospital, it don t stop
The rapper that could rap a circle around a mini man, that person doesn t care, sinner i don t give a fuck the bible is a fucking sham
Buying prisons up, daddy come back you re tripping again
My last breath, my last breath Monsters, and fuck you up for just being associated
it s that dude
It s that dude, it don t stop