Lyrics:
there's whites, separated by the green
After five hundred years, think we play for the same team
Smokescreen, make the president a black guy
It ain't no
and carried three hundred fourteen arm loads
Of stove wood, one hundred nine buckets of coal
Carried a gallon of kerosene eighteen miles over the mountains
Got
instead
I smoke 100 acres worth of woods
I just minajed three Megan Goods
Seven child but got plugs in yo hood
Long scope you get smoked where you stood
and carried three hundred fourteen arm loads
Of stove wood, one hundred nine buckets of coal
Carried a gallon of kerosene eighteen miles over the mountains
Got
He's got a few questions from me
Deep in the Hundred ccre-Wood
Where Kentucky grass covers the plains
Deep in the corners of your mind
There's a world
stuff
We goin' back to Jamaica
Take a puff
This preroll is medication
I'm a money maker
Got marijuana by the acre
Roll one up
This a trip to Jamaica
Hide
and let 42 hound dogs lick
Me all over.
7 times I was bit by hungry dogs and I was chewed
All to pieces by water moccasins and rattlesnakes on
2 separate
question if she gon' ride, at your neck like a bowtie
I'm on Antoine if you're looking for me, I've been in The Wood since the second grade
Pops would roll
hellcats
I just want me a habitat
Hundred acres in the woods, a castle with the marble mats
Hanging from the ceiling like a bat
I think you need to check
G.I.s dressed with automatic rifles and fully armed for battle, fanned out on maneuvers through the woods, backed up by a dozen Blackhawk attack
This memory loss ain't gon' be temporary
Who really look like The Hustla? Me or him?
I done made a $100, 000 off a Chirp
You know that Nextel phone with
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
this paper
Ooh, we major, fuck yo favor (Fuck 'em)
Smoke woods out, copped a acre
Red beam, just like a Blazer
Bad bitch just hit my line, hoe call me
hold me down, Imma need an anchor
I need my women on it, I don't have to make her, go
Two hundred on the dash
Two hundred on the dash
Hundred dollars in
with me
Is you crazy?
Where the hood, where the hood, where the hood at?
Have that nigga in the cut, where the wood at?
Oh, them niggas actin' up?
daddy wanna fight me
That pump, man, make him jump, man
You would think his ass was sponsored by Nike
I'm every little kid's idol
Got more verses than
daddy wanna fight me
That pump, man, make him jump, man
You would think his ass was sponsored by Nike
I'm every little kid's idol
Got more verses than
hundred acres like I'm triple platinum
Triple platinum without an album sale
Three million grams, I left a powder trail
All gold Rollie, face like
got a hundred acre dream
That's gettin' closer every day
Just a few more plates of ham and eggs
And a few good rides away
Hard times hit West
have been imprisoned by my father, who wishes me to
marry against my will. Please, please, please come and rescue me.
I am in the tall tower of Swamp
cnnie Bessie
Robert Samuel
cnd, John Waymon
My Great, Great, etc. Grandfather Thomas purchased a 100-acre farm in the Russell Union community, where he
A compound. You could have your own stack of acres
My response? Oh shit, we just hit the majors
My teachers can take these papers and shove em' I'm buying RV's
got a hundred acre dream
That's gettin' closer every day
Just a few more plates of ham and eggs
And a few good rides away
Hard times hit West
with me
Is you crazy?
Where the hood, where the hood, where the hood at?
Have that nigga in the cut, where the wood at?
Oh, them niggas actin' up?
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