Lyrics:
Guess I'm better off alone
(With who? The girl next door, ya know?)
Drove by your and saw that nobody was home (yo, man)
Yeah, I got it on my own
Wishing for my downfall
Like a shooting star heading to the ground yo
I ain't worried, I ain't mad that's the plan though
I'ma crash land right into
Uh
Yo
I don't know why y'all be hatin' so much
No need to be jealous
Uh
It's J-J-JU$T JILL
Haters wanna get the best of me and they can stay mad
Yo, yeah
Get-get mad, get aggy wid it
I'm a bully to the beat, I'm a daddy wid it
I hold her so tight when I'm doing my ting, she told her
conversation's never
Taken place and your Facebook face
Ain't the same when in yo basement
We know what you be saying, We ain't playing
I'm reporting it's
me
You didn't want me
You just treated me bad
Go ahead with all of that
So what you saw me with somebody else, What?
You're supposed to be mad
you're cheap and buried
cos you're never comin near it
So fear it when you hear it, cheer it but don't compare it
I still be schoolin, foolin em when
You know what time it is
When you hear this right?
You know what time it is Charlie, mm yeah
Don, yeah, mm, yeah, mm, yo
Let's get 'em Steff
I got
it equals frenz vs. endz
Yo, you're irritating, do you know what you're doing?
That's why my head don't really nod when you bust
Let's check
ah,oh ah, do a walk by and watch everybody die
Niggas into gangs things and narcotics
Freak bitches riches and hydrolics
Pull heat knock you off yo
Your bitch look mad, that's sad as fuck
But fuck a bitch, R keep a dude in his truck
Your bitch look mad, that's sad as fuck
But fuck a bitch, R keep
, yo (yo, yo)
Yo, yo (yo, yo, yo, yo)
I get apes doin' crime, stomp niggas like grapes makin' wine (yeah)
Five CDs with mad rhymes (aight)
Don't
tuck your shirt in, you're devilish, uh
Okay, who black, who black, who black, who not?
I know they mad, they mad, the Devil get hot
We the sports,
this
When you got topless
You can slide or stay, be by my side always
But tonight I say
This ain't the time or place
Chorus:
Yo Rick whatcha doin?
We're
Wite-Out
On Jim Crow laws, you probably missed it
Hard to be persistent when you're tryin' to fight for your existence
It ain't easy livin' life like
to do it, youngin
And these pussy niggas gon' tell up on me
I feel yo' pain, my slime
Just trust me and I could get you through the rain, my five
because the streets don't have to
[Chorus] - 2X
[Mad Skillz]
Yo, fuck gettin high, I need high dough
And when you high all you seein is yo' money movin
dancin' freely
He runs out to the middle of the street
Gets mad again and slaps his beanie
Then Meek Mills drives by him in the
Rain and splashes him with
punk, slack up.
Watch your weak posse before they get smacked up.
One by one, two by two, three by, Yo P
[Parrish]
What's Up E.D.?
Pass
ah,oh ah, do a walk by and watch everybody die
Niggas into gangs things and narcotics
Freak bitches riches and hydrolics
Pull heat knock you off yo
the regular folks
You're a freak, you're a freak, you're a
You got your bad habits, but I ain't mad at it
Some people don't feel right being that average
You're
Yo-yo-yo-You’re the one
You’re the one
Yo-yo-yo-You’re the one
You’re the one
Yo-yo-yo-You’re the one
You’re the one
You’re the one
You’re the one
You’re
got the game
When I pass by I know exactly what you say
He's so fly
And yes, he's so cool
Hey shawty (hey shawty)
What it do
He's mad 'cause I'm looking
effects like Tech N9ne
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