Lyrics:
Where the fuck are they from ffffff Flint town
My name is Ira Dorsey
Let my name be known
I'm the man thats killin bitches
Leaving stitches in nigga's
doin' all semester
Besides waitin' for the greatest to mess up, Im messed up
In my head, cause I took a dose of that red cup
If you wanna ball with me,
rap shit, talkin' 'bout how I'm the real Jason Voorheese!
They were right, I'm just another no-name!
Another tiny fish in the ocean of wack ass damn
soul was lost
And all he had was a pen and a pad
Uncle Jason wasn't there for that
Football in the parking lot
Throwin' hands at the bus stop (Let's go,
At Obama's inauguration shoutin "this the Black man's year"
He pulled me to the side and told me "we don't do that here"
Chalk the drive-bys, it's too many
the name of the game we playing
Tell me now man i'm tired of waiting
Y'all think this shit's entertainment
I'm tryna put that mill in my savings
Don't give
to hear it but spiritually man
U here so .. i know you’re right next to us. You know
What i’m saying, We carrying your name we ain’t gonna
Stop saying
scripture
Let 'em all know now we piece and spit
Talk about shit bout we ain't choking thangs
I gave two to the motherfucking pork chop and watch his body
like I'm Robert Horry
I write all my music and tell all my stories
And you should listen cause this shits important
They locked me up freed me then gave
[Juelz Santana]
Yeah
y'all know what this is we back at it (uh huh)
Come on
It's that nine eleven music right here man
We in the building man
$hort, don't say it tonight, beeatch
It started on a bright morning in 1987
I was in my drop-to Caddy y'all
Gettin sucked by a bitch named Helen
Nasty
a shawty name Texas
Hold em
I can't wait to go home
And just fold her
Strike 1 strike 2
Batter out and its you
Why you walking around with all of them toys
Jesus just for the fame
People think I'm hard as a plane I can tell i was chosen just by my name
Gave my life to christ, it was a start Play a role, yeah,
I'm not sure
Does anybody make trill shit anymore
All up in club surrounded by Michael Kors
Like do bitches even have real tits anymore
Bow 'till your
since that song 'Meeny-Meeny'
Can't believe you're about to be all up in between me"
Man, the flag was lowered, so my wood was raised
Followed by
know why these man are
Messing with the team
When not even Rooney would risk it
You'll still see me
I go forward right by 3 3 3
I'm Jamie, don't watch J
understand man
I would've gave anything
To see my parents together
Keeping the vows till death do us part forever
Having my brothers doing family activities
In
ain't gotta be pump faking
This nigga blood on my shoes
Name these the Freddy Krueger Maisons
Got all these bald head Caillous
Shit I would've named 'em
give up, I get the job done
Don't pretend you like my stuff
Be a man and keep it straight up
I'd rather be hated by all of you fakers then know that
A man a lazy as a thousand men,
A man who could barely lift his own body off the ground,
A man who was barely a man at all.
His name was Mike McCormick.
Mr. Scarface is back
(All I have in this world, all I have in this world
All I have, all I have, all I have in this world)
Nobody knows my name
of a hand,
I'll be a man eventually,
When the kid in me is satisfied, but 'til the day arrives all I got is eighty-five.
A clock can kill motivation,
spencer diss
You boys are wild, see I mean, you boys are like wild, wild
I mean, completely wild and wildness wildy
Man, y'all just some 'ol automatic
tryna test my brain in the AM
That's an exam then it's on to a next man
Still scarred by my ex hoes
Could show her true colours in a photo
That's
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