Lyrics:
The year was 2020, I was livin' back in Brooklyn
By day I was a Trader Joe, by night I started cookin'
And I fucked around and made a song about
policies
Adopted a cold heart they
Call me Foster Freeze
I can make it snow, brr, you just a breeze
Nigga please, I'm managed by the bees
They love me
We’re so furiously dangerous
Furiously dangerous
Furiously dangerous
Furiously dangerous
Furiously dangerous
Death by lyrical injection
I kill you
hearin' on your station
Darryl is a Mack, Joe is in the Public
Jason leads the nation and I know you're gonna love it, Jay!!
of bands I got stuffed in my pants
I be spitting my tracks feeling famous
You silly bitches ain't care 'bout my feelings
You sit by a screen and you shame us
cos I'm coming in comfy
Been here from the start as a young G
Make tunes till I'm best in the country
Like Steve I'm in love with the funky
Isn't that
the dirt but I'm on my way
Improving by a fraction yuh
Plan on putting on the shirt when I get my pay
And that is not a question yuh
But God is always on my
really foreign
Yeah
All my cars Exotic
Call me Joe
This is my story
Yeah
Counting all my money
Got your bitch up on me
Like a tattoo on my body
Got the 40
Come on! Come on! Uh!
That's right, Nonpoint, Darwin's, Grimm in the house, lemme hear that shit
Na'mean? Uh! Bout to slay those fuckin tracks
Here
of kisses
That I'd die for
You know you made me love you
On Mother Kelly's doorstep
down paradise row
I'd sit along O' Nelly
she'd sit along O' Joe
She'd got
Flocaine for sale
Making dope music
Like the studio the crack spot
Gambling with tracks like I'm trying to hit the jackpot
Jackpot jackpot I'm trying to hit
of course you gotta cop
Been a hot minute since i pulled up on the scene
Mad events was not foreseen
Next thing that i knew i was laying on a beach
Next thing
with
Is only for a moment
All the best in life take it I still love you no matter what I mean it
Daddy died at home
Joe was the one that saw him
I was
that fake love
Make me hate love
Got me questioning
What your heart is
Really made of
Your biggest hater
End up being your day one
We was raised by
like a fucking hoe (Slut)
Damnnnnn she gone get that doe (Money)
Send that bitch down the street she gone pack some mo (Money)
I love that hoe
I love
(Listen)
Death by lyrical injection
I kill you rappers
A lotta green with a yellow complexion
Women call me the Green Bay Packer
I pack the zero's, meaning
and take on me
In the clash they got sprayed on g
So I wouldn't know why they'd wanna hate on me
I tried to make this scene but I got sidetracked tryna
na DVD
Na weekend zamykam w domu się
W łóżku mam wszystko, co trzeba
By zabić stres
Kłęby dymu, odcinam się od świata
Spełnia sny, a nie ma stów przez
hustle, keep the cashflow on track
Big duffel, I'm big like a titan
Ball court we fighting
Slosh so fly like a UFO sighting
Flowing retarded Joe Biden
Team
breakfast and some Joe in hand
Or hit the stu' to go ham over some dope jams
Systematic overload, stand-stand-stand-by-stand
Time to cut to act, I'm back,
strangers
Digital mystery Madness hidden by chivalry
Misery loves company Gifted with twisted wizardry they
Crown me with a thousand thorns They sticking me
It's the brown child, better version of the story
Sees Conji, a sister, mother played by Tori
In Astoria, kid named Tiki took the cake
The greens
crack
By seventeen
Eighteenth street where I played that
Nineteen - on the corner with
Twenty in they straps
Playing with my money like
Playing with my
the club scene where I met Ms. Green Eyes
She walked by asking me, "Are you Nas?"
Why? "If you was I'd be totally TWI"
What's that? "Totally with it,
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