Lyrics:
And everybody little fuck up, they blame it on Barack
'Cause he's just like Jeezy, born in the trap
And every little fuck up, my gun she go, "crack"
'Cause I'm
grass is green
Our green grass is brown
Shots rang my phone wasn't touch tone
A heavy beef in the street
ET had to flee
Grey heavens! Good grief!
dance
Dance Imma dance, Imma do my little dance
While I hold liquor in my hands
Imma do my little dance
5 God, against the odds
Got a few hundred, paid my
a card swipe wipe your debit.
In a time mine, now you legless.
Yeah I said it, this that epic,
Can’t survive by any metric,
Hidden stored are secret
the house down.
I can't keep Rolling in the deep.
Put my record on repeat till it breaks the house down.
Ice cold Make you tremble on your knees Till your
look down at my shaft, I see mutilation. I see dad’s forehead broken into a million canals of pure rage. I see grandad in the back of that old Peugeot,
far too short to be granted to the modern god David Bowie by this universe
There are two men in my apartment right now cutting up walls with power
house is my house
And my house is my home
Tom Stilling is a bad man
Tom is Stilling
from a helpless woman
The woman Tom is Stilling from
Is living in
crush your solar plexus
With the force of Three Kings in a droptop Lexus
Love a woman, spitting game to another
Prison is a hell man I miss my little
heart was a snare
And she had left him to die in there,
There were payments due and he was a little behind.
The cry of the peacock, flies buzz my
My mother thought I was such a fun little boy
"Oh, what a bundle of joy!"
Until the morning she suffered a punch in the groin
From a tantrum I was
And if you come on in
You're gonna get much more
There's my chair
I put it there
Everything you see
Is with love and care
It's my house and I live here
(I
apart then had an issue with my heart
Life wasn't the same
Years went by I found I had a computer for a brain
Rose up in the IT I met someone got cancer
uncomfortable by talking about my hemorrhoids
And now my parakeet's unemployed
I enjoyed watching old men
Put Pennzoil inside their engines, while eating
and waiting
And the rope is oscillating
He'll get such a banging, banging
Followed by a hanging, hanging
Here am I, up on high
On the house, keeping
remember
We were trappin' in and out the dope, I remember
Miss Shirley's house breakin' down them things, I remember
I used to serve my partner momma,
the rappers
'Cause I'm rapping
On this track
So epic
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
Driving my car in the streets, yo
Gettin' lots of food to eat, yo
Yo!
Meal
There's
Miami's epic struggle in the war against...
...I - I'm just a reporter!
[shots]
In the '80s I made so many premature babies
Put niggas in Mercedes
You rock Huraches with some joggers and a crew neck tee
You're taking cat-naps in your little pool-house by the sea
When you get lonely in your big
in the Nupe house (Yeah)
Yeah, we gettin' lit in my new house (Litty)
Yeah
No, it's not the Nupe house (Nupe house)
We rate ability of men by how they
steaming
He shares his house with his friend martin
They're not brothers, they're not cousins
My little girl wonders all about these men
I take hold of her
come all
Welcome to the house
A little something for my homegirls and all my dogs
Welcome to the house
Break a bitch at the same time breaking the law
Hello, hello
Today we'll be doing a reading of
The Gift of the Magi, which was published by O. Henry
In the December of 1905
The Gift of the Magi
choppers gonna chop
Spinning hella blocks, shoot at hella opps
Cheeto in the White House replaced by a dead opp
They tried to trap me in but Roddys in
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