dendrick - EL PADRINO

Aye, roll some up for Gino
The way to el padrino through all the fog and weed smoke
In the middle of a state in two ways I'm awoke
All this nothing on my plate get the best of me though
It get the best of me, nobody texting me
Shit its been affecting me, sympathy been dead to me
Dmitri and his Symphony been dead and that's just history
And that's why death ain't shit to me
That's just the way it goes yeah that's just the way it
Move on with you
Move on with your thoughts little boy you disrupting the peace
Matter fact can you pull over smelt trees in the breeze
And we don't fuck with all that devil shit you basically preach
If you came here to wine and grunt can you keep all them lights on
Ugly boy entertainer do anything to be the one
Minutes like an hour, who gave you the power
Checking my plates you tryna make up my face
If you shoot me in the head what's the point in all that learning
Shoot me in my heart I never got that far with flirting
Just another starving artist started up and now in storage
Cause he can't really sing and of rappers there's no shortage
I seen that you disrespect me that's dumb
What's the point in warring thumbs
No suprise he pulled a gun out
Scumfuck knocked one shot of a drum
Over what he's become and the influence of rum
Now I'm fucked up, in the back of your truck
You can barely tie me up, Tommy holding me down
But what the fuck you want me for
Yeah, shit I'm barely worth your resources
I ain't rich, I ain't pretty, I ain't never been shit
I probably hate myself more than that shitty outfit
That you wearing sir you gotta step up your game
You ain't gon never bag this bitch if you're looking that lame
I been there I was looking for fame once I get it
Maybe when you rich they would finally think you're pretty
And all those dickbags back in high school below you
Hypocritical shits, Mr. J was a bitch and he should know it
I woke up at the crickety crack of dawn
Just to write this fucking song
Give me the picket I'll get to the thrown
Live and I give but it end by the stone
Miles, milestones felt like my only value
Could count it up, count it twice, nothing there to sell you
I'm too fucked up, in the back of your truck
You don't have to tie me up not the talk of the town
So what the fuck you want me for
Yeah, what the fuck you want me for

Written by:
Eric Trumble

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