Correction Lyrics Pay Homage by ILL BILL

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We been outside before you knew what outside was
Pay Homage

f**k a deal homie, I sign myself
Drop merch every week that I designed myself
Hit the streets and grind by myself
You a f**kin’ homo thug with a rhinestone belt
f**k outta here

Loaded .9, cold shells in the gun, pull it
Splatter two of your shooters with one bullet
Pop the (glizzy) shots spittin’ at you like a Frisbee
Demons with Deagles drop 60, leave your peoples crispy

Buck-50, your favorite rapper can’t f**k with me
Have them screamin’ for peace like they a f**kin’ hippie
Medusa Head where my d**k be
Real n***as faces tatted on my wrist piece, TakeOver and Ricky

Marcie Jay Hova teach you how to rob like 50
Same way Diddy robbed Biggie, God forgive me
Taught you how to break a brick into grams
With a stick in each hand like Yosemite Sam

Your b*t*h might be a man
What are you doin’ with your life, d**khead?

Now I done spent time in the penhouse, and time in the box
Razorblade under my tongue, I can run with the ahks/ox
I walk around town tryin’ to find me a Opp
Movin’ through the city (dolo) on the grimiest blocks

Only way through this hellhole is through hellfire
Hell if I, Death Rider, collides and spreads viral [?]
Block Apocalypse, poppin’ (?) and chopper sticks (?)
Rock (?) kicks (?) I’m outta here like a rocket-ship

f**k you talkin’ to? Watch your lips ‘fore I rock your b*t*h
Been outside all day, movin’ rock and piff
Xanies and Percs, your man’ll get merc’d
Rock a Jesus piece but never been a fan of the church
f**k outta here with that sh*t

Have you question whether or not God exists
Only f**kin’ with you Young Blood, God is this (?)
If the eyes are the windows to the soul
Then the barrel of my shotty’s like a window into hell

That's deeper than your b*t*h pu**y
Stupid, urgh

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