Lyrics:
Can't run from genetics, only hope to be the revolt
Fast cash and women with men with strong libido
Curses tamed by elderly hands, but will they be broke
out, like a gorilla
When I was tore, I figure my, out the house of mirrors
I show up to a recording session, with no facial expression
I'm just there
Finally safe; Running away from tons of iron
I'm tired of these constraints
Bound by the ways of old; my whole roads been paved with
Status quo, fold
with no detergent
Take your heart and I am not a surgeon
Pullin' triggers like shower curtains
Ain't got no soul because my baby sucked it out of me
I told you boys Juicy J is on that M-Town
Got that cheese coming in choking green by the pound
I'm rolling with the Three 6, let 'em peep this
Make
your voicemail for no way home so you had to hate it
Doing what I love with no approval or validation
Threw away my aspirations just to fit your
ITS IS HELLA BROKE
BOTI IN THE HOUSE PLUGIN DRIP RIDIN ON DA BOAT
YOUNG MEXA CHEESE WITH DA SAUCE, CALL HIM CHEESE SAUCE
200 IN COLOSIO DIFFERENT
full of Normal types them shits is weighing mad pounds
Benji's Grants Jacksons in my wallet it's a packed house
Miltank with the Sap Sipper, nigga that's
the storm I will embarrass you come you with your own arm you aint no I’m the king at twelve o’clock dawn broke cyndarella glass right in my palm storm I’m
It was on one bright March morning
I bid New Orleans adieu.
And I took the road to Jackson town,
My fortune to renew,
I cursed all foreign money,
No
Bo Jackson using a wack rapper's ribs
For batting practice to shoot this past average with
Grammatic havoc to detach cabbages of
Your fuck ass,
see me
John Jackson in action on ya TV
In the bay on the way to Marin county court house
To negotiate a deal, we gonna get George out
Walk in
I'd eaten, slept, taught, organized another show, rocked
Lovework, manifest in a building
Filled with everything that life comes with
No exaggeration
douse
There's a puddle near me
The Kitchen's my house so if I see a rat
I'm slicing dicing choppin' a mouse
Raiatouille
Yeah, uh
I feel like everybody's
Six Gnostix in session
I spit the verse flatline the
Murderous verses
With the evilest beats in this
I show no mercy
I'm a sledge like Percy
Dbum dbum dbum soft ass got trucked by Ry
Max is so gay
Aye we fuck for free
How you get exposed playing never have I ever
Got my first kiss in
the outskirts with a mind like Albert Einstein
Maybe I'm ahead of my time
Imaginate, create, spectate, elevate from the states
Surrounded by the Great Lakes
the dark, I plummet
Now the sky's blackening, I know the mark's high
Butter-flies rip apart my stomach
Knowing that no matter what bars I come with
You're
Bitch I'm Batman with Robin jeans
I'm posted in my lair
Got big bands, imagine Metallica with Slayer
Big gold chain, I'm naughty just by my nature
I eat
Henry Ford rich
Technology is just a set of things as Alan
Kay said that "Don't quite work yet"
Once something works
Its no longer technology
Society
Mr. Big Dreams no tolerance
Cut you at the house and haven't hollered since
Get bored quickly
He stay grown
So the p-a-tron had to get poured
Standing by his side are those who lead
It's so disgraceful
He floods everyone with temptation
Twisting the heart and soul
Pulling all the leaves from their
when you came out with a baby dick
It's no wonder why you pay for pussy
Tory you think you slick
All you do is lounge around the house all day like
though (Racks)
Bitch, you wasn't with me shootin' in the gym ho (No cap)
In the club, iced out, snatch my chain
Get stomped by a whole lotta Timbs' though
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