Lyrics:
and rob again
Willies think they're bein set up by they own friends
Fuck what they think, and fuck what you heard
Little do they know that it's
out
Yeh, get happy now shout it out
Well there is no doubt you've a lot to shout about
Give a yell life is swell shout it out
Hey there little
and Queens
Do y'all really know what that means?
We done seen it all occur so many years
Lot of blood a lot of sweat a lot of tears
Idk what but it's something
(Yeah!)
You gotta give it all you've got
We say a lot of things that we really mean
To each other when love is new
Lots of promises and all the things
wanna write
Reminisce when I had the morning appetite
Apple Jacks and after that I hit the TV Guide
Animaniac the only thing that gave
Me peace of mind
You know, I just turned forty seven last week, I mean, think about my life a lot and what I've accomplished. And I think what I'm most proud of is
They only talk to her, because
She looks like a total prostitute, okay?
I mean, her butt, it's just so big
Uh, I can't believe it's just so round,
Don't act on a pimp
You got me enticed by the way you rock dem hips
You's a trip, girl, doin' all dem tricks
That's what's up
I like dat shit a lot
Come
They only talk to her, because
She looks like a total prostitute, okay?
I mean, her butt, it's just so big
Uh, I can't believe it's just so round,
had a lot of
I've drank a lot of soda
Thought it was yummy
Now I'm nauseous, I'm sick to the bone
Creamsicle-sicle
Creamsicle-sicle soda
I didn't mean
an astronaut
I remember bein' down bad
I ain't have a lot
Now I got crypto investments in comedy
Mean I'm literally the laughin'
(laugh in) stock matic pop
Let
spitting on bums
A lot of hoodlums
These are just the bums that
Are really pissed off (Why?)
Probably 'cause they been ripped
Off by the system (Oh)
Cops,
of rich folks spitting on bums
A lot of hoodlums
These are just the bums that are really pissed off
Why? probably 'cause they been ripped off by
how that shit go
I don't know why niggas envy me
I gotta get it by any means
A lot on my mind it's too many things
I ain't come down in forever now
Show a little inspiration, show a little spark
And show that things that drew me to you and stole my heart
And tell me something I don't know instead
With that praise team
Finna hit his top, send my prays up to the top
Satan losing by a lot, we keep spinning on your block
Ain't no dribbles with this
hanged
By the neck
Until dead
Have mercy
Hey
Wait a minute, hey stop
Would you mind rewinding that last sentence
I mean, hang by the what?
Until
thing in common: Hunger
I don't mean it literally
Although that's true
Too, but metaphorically the hunger to do the
Impossible because you have no choice
Annoyed and we brain washed
Mind getting fucked by a chainsaw
I seen the future in my home girl
Went into her own world and
Got a little nigga 2 years later
As we go a little somethin like this, hit it
Now let's get this party, started off the right way
Ow and ho I think the crowd might say
When we're
hedonism and pleasing things
Life's about you gettin' yours and bein' happy
Even if it means a divorce and switchin' families?
Your job, your house, your
Verse 1
YN Jay
I ain't in the matrix/
But when you swing it be slow I start grabbing punches/
Stop by the store just to grab some Cheetos/
Yea I
I'm all nuts but no glory so here's my life story
Mama did her best while I hustled with the homies
Riding I forty getting brained by Ms. Shorty
long 'fore I found out
What people mean by down and out
Spent my money, took my car
Started tellin' her friends she gonna be a star
I don't know, but
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