Twisted Insane – Sad Song (Shoot For The Face 2 Album)

[Verse 1: Twisted Insane]

Feelin like there’s no motivation
At least not as much as back in the day
But when you say that people tell you that you hatin
Im really thinking that i should back out the game
Its really tough when everyone paying close attention
Can’t wait for you to drop the ball
Everybody in my circle telling me they coming like some henchmen
But i ain’t hear that shit at all
When i wake up the first thing i gotta do is roll the weed up
Blow it to my dome and take a dab
Sit up on my couch and put my feet up
Then put my son up on the bus, im an amazing dad
Then walk back in the door, my daughter tell me that she hungry
I hook up her because i really have no help
I make a sandwich with a little bit of lunch meat
Do her hair and get her dressed i do it by myself
Then hop up on the bath phone off another phat zone
And they always wanna know what they dad’s on
I love the smile on they face when im back home
And asking me, why im always making sad songs
You make a penny bitch i grew up with nothing
You got your jewelry on, nigga quit fronting
Grew up with momma on the rocks always puffin
And all these visions of my momma gettin fucked and
Nigga you have no idea what ive been through
I do the music so a nigga will forget, blood
Lost my virginity when I was in the 4th grade
Babysitter told me its okay to get your dick sucked
Nigga what the fuck kinda shit is that
Man i thought i wasn’t cool to say back up im goon
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How i sit up in the closet if i act up in school
I got a little bit of success with my label
Im still hated tryna make it just so they look
Im doing anything, i mean it even make up
And posting funny ass memes on my facebook
Really I’m at the end of my wits but I maintain
Off of this girl scout cookie that im puffin
Like take a hit and then i look up at the sky
Because i rather die than live a life full of nothing

[Chorus: Twisted Insane]

[Verse 2: Twisted Insane]

Lemme see the weed homie pass that
Its funny i was the one who was getting laughed at
Your bitches titties in my face on my snapchat
I bet you everyone’ll think that i be at that
But i dont want to think that its best for me to pass that
I know they only do this shit cause of my status
One day i promise ima find a bitch who love me for myself instead of trying to be the motherfuckin baddest
Bitch up in the club with your titties on front street
Man i promise you i gotta do that shit love
Niggas looking at you like you just some lunch meat
No self esteem, doing anything to get fucked
Just got back from tour where your life was a bore
Every show on the road was locked
Thats why its like a motherfuckin slap in the face when i really see a nigga they gon stop 25
Nigga!
I did songs with your favorites and i made a magazines and i paying, what you niggas do?
I do tours around the motherfuckin world and always repping for my city, what you niggas do?
I climbed up out it by myself and yes i did it with no help by i ain’t stressin, what you niggas do?
Sit up on the couch and praying that im headed south and run they mouth a nigga wishin for a million views
Put a diss record out, tell them that im whack hoping that i say shit
That shits corny as a cob if you ask me
I ain’t never had to do that shit to make it
I pressed cds and i gave them out to people plus i told them that youll never find a rapper with a better flow
Thats why when people give me cds on the road i take my time i listen to them all because you really never know
Im off a tall can of the Ol’ English
Smoking on some shit, yellow green-ish
Some people label me a genius
Im just a guy with a really big penis
Already im at the end of my wits but i maintain
Off of this girl scout cookie that im puffin
Like take a hit and then i look up at the sky
Because i rather die than live a life full of nothing

[Chorus: Twisted Insane]

[Outro]

Raptile – Get Outta My Face (feat. Game) letras

Grown man music mothafucker
No low kids shit
Monstablokaz
Shit is crazy right
Mozez baby
Let’s go

[Chorus]
You know just how we do it
Monstablokaz music
Getting money while we make this music
Taking money while you out loosing
You know just how we do it
In the fresh new whips I’m cruisin
100 deep in the club we movin
No love in the game
So get outta my face

[Verse 1]
(The Game)
Gangsta, yeah, I move like that
Sixtrain Impala and fuck a Maybach
Bottom line, yeah it go deep
Spend hollow-points in the middle
Consult…(?) in it
It’s Compton, bitch
Who gon stop it
Nigga wit the attitude
When he blow that forth fifth
I’m used to this shit
If I say it, I mean it
And I empty out clips
Like I do my Ol’ English
Fuck the police, like Dre said
If I had money on a nigga hand
Then they dead
Street is talking
He ain’t always been a gangsta
Soon as my brother died
It was me and the savers

[Chorus]
You know just how we do it
Monstablokaz music
Getting money while we make this music
Taking money while you out loosing
You know just how we do it
In the fresh new whips I’m cruisin
100 deep in the club we movin
No love in the game
So get outta my face

[Verse 2]
(Raptile)
MC’s come and go
Like G on my sidekick
Everybody tryin get
The beats like I did
It’s grown man music
Read from my lips
Your rappers sound like
Desperate housewifes
They all think they got the game alot
Cause they made a few G’s
And got a chain on top
If you ain’t on my level, I won’t fight you, no
I’ll just treat you like taxes, write you off
If you buzzing, I might write a song
Or just throw a line and whipe you dogs
It’s stackin blacks and you callin me out
Trust me bitch, we bring the war to your house
And that’s just the way it is
Son your crew run run run run
(your crew run run)
I just cop the prop
On the top ten ap
And I will keep it locked
Till the day I pass

[Chorus]
You know just how we do it
Monstablokaz music
Getting money while we make this music
Taking money while you out loosing
You know just how we do it
In the fresh new whips I’m cruisin
100 deep in the club we movin
No love in the game
So get outta my face

[Verse 3]

(Beloved)
Look haters, I ain’t forget you punks
You can hop in the Maybach, you can fit in the trunk
Brooklyn’s back, chill dog, hold it that
The name’s Beloved, nigga, ain’t no hoes in that
Been a G since ’78, throw me back
No matter how famished I was, never ate with a rat
Okay okay okay
That ain’t get you bit
How you eatin baby food for weeks like *******
Nigga this promise
What fans is gone
How you gonna brag
When your biggest hit was a bunny song
Man, he’s hot, he’s warm
I belong to the top
Ya niggas scared
You should get a dog and call it pop

[Chorus]
You know just how we do it
Monstablokaz music
Getting money while we make this music
Taking money while you out loosing
You know just how we do it
In the fresh new whips I’m cruisin
100 deep in the club we movin
No love in the game
So get outta my face

So get outta my face