WU-PENG CLAN

[Intro] [Chorus] Tell me what you know, about growing and getting old. About sleeping on the street when it’s cold, nowhere to go. Tell me how'd you know, if you friend's really a foe? Other people scheming on creepin' up when you blow. Tell me what you know about living with no more hope, Losing everything you own and starving till we see your bones. Tell me what you dream about, when I knock your teeth out While you struggle with all your might, just so you don't bleed out. [Verse] (Hey yo') I’m mad plexed. I got no assets or way too cash checks. Got me thinking bout which way I wanna' blast next. Last bets? Right, because it’s on sight! We bout to bubble, they wanted trouble with Almight. (Alright) I don’t give a f**k about what y’all like! I’d rather get piss drunk and f**k a bald dyke! You on the clock son, it’s time to make moves! Break rules, shake loose and take jewels! My Glock is the only one, ready to give me everything that want. you’re ready for it to end, but i just begun to have fun. Yeah I have always had these thoughts, since I took out of the box I’m like a sly little fox The way I slide up and chop You mother fucker cannot, stop, flapping ya' jaws. Hold up, pause. My mental anxiety is cuz' of yall! [Chorus] Tell me what you know, about growing and getting old. About sleeping on the street when it’s cold, nowhere to go. Tell me how'd you know, if you friend's really a foe? Other people scheming on creepin' up when you blow. Tell me what you know about living with no more hope, Losing everything you own and starving till we see your bones. Tell me what you dream about, when I knock your teeth out While you struggle with all your might, just so you don't bleed out. [Verse] We are not the same, the pain inside my brain, cannot be explained too someone who’s sane. I struggle in vain. It’s almost like you want me loose it, You wanna' prove that I won’t do it, Grab my Uzi and start shooting’ (That’s foolish.) You never know what someone like me could be capable of, don’t be mistaken, you’ve been shaking this demon, waking it up. These little pussies think I won’t come tear your throat out. Spawn up in my shit, and I promise I’ll take your load out. You, and a bitch, the difference is paper thin. Putting bands on your head, playing life like its pay to win. (Yo!) [Chorus] Tell me what you know, about growing and getting old. About sleeping on the street when it’s cold, nowhere to go. Tell me how'd you know, if you friend's really a foe? Other people scheming on creepin' up when you blow. Tell me what you know about living with no more hope, Losing everything you own and starving till we see your bones. Tell me what you dream about, when I knock your teeth out While you struggle with all your might, just so you don't bleed out. [Outro] I’m gonna rain hell on all these little punk a*s critics (they sissy’s) Key board warriors, acting tuff when they diss me.