Lyrics:
It's a legend in the making, I break it down
I ain't never been afraid that they'll take me out
I been gunnin' for the stage finna' take the crown
And bought all that I could afford
A bottle of whiskey and a Coca-Cola chaser
I played a record and cried my blues away
It was A Love Supreme by John Coltrane
P-O-P-P-I-N
One-nine-eighty-two D-J-in
Eighty-three it was all about Run-DMC man
A gang banger taught me how to break dance then
The same year I picked up
Let's do it, starched and cleaned, poppin' out, lookin' good
I still represent the same neighborhood
Starched and cleaned, poppin' out, lookin' good
The celebration will be held
We will partake the wine and break the Holy bread
Rave on let a man come out of Ireland
Rave on on Mr. Yeats,
Rave on down through
they Def
(John and Jerry A) oh, such nice boys
(Yo, merry, merry, merry Christmas)
And a funky new year (man)
Word
It's getting cold out here, you
poison ivy
Aquarius I’m 215, Caress the p**sy It turn to cream
Double cup of water I don’t sip lean
I’m top shelf bitch I’m top A grade
I’m bringing out
often dream of straight makin' it
You got's to be about them dollar's ain't no fakin' it
Break out the bacon soda, break out the cola
Whip it for a hour,
funny
By any means necessary I must make my money
If niggas try to fade me, I pull out my nine
And pop-pop-pop-pop a nigga from behind
In this world
wanna stay with me
Trying to set levels like Avicii
So I'm doing John Cena you can't see me
Trying to see p's in my black CP beanie
Trying to escape be
tried to take me out
Shot me right in front of my mother
By Tracy's house
Now its time to change my life I think Rap's the answer
Same day I got
to get some firearms
Tryna get P’s delivered to us
Like it's Papa John’s
The chopper singing was inside it
Sound like Chaka Khan
Free all my niggas in
came and tried to break it’s back
But the postal workers said, you can forget all that
We’ve got a job to do, so get out of the way
And we'll show you
of they own
That bitch masculine, she don't moan, she groan (Grr)
That hoe be a ten, her backbone be blown
This like Call of Duty shit, send out a recon
pimp shit I make and then I break the hoe
I'm tired of the glocks I'm bout to buy a choppa
I'm breaking down them P's she thought I stayed with rasta
I'm
Hey,
I got 125
Put it on a half all gas no breaks hey
Yeah Yeah
I’m on I-85 causing past the jakes hey
That square is a John
He a flan, piece
the Courvoisier
We got these hoes lovin it
They gettin familiar man, they screamin out my government (Sean John)
I like them in twins like doublement (Don
Smokin blunts with my crew, flippin over 62's
Cause G-E-D, wasn't B-I-G
I got P-A-I-D, that's why my moms hate me
She was forced to kick me out, no doubt
crew, flippin' over 62's
'Cause GED wasn't B-I-G
I got P-A-I-D, that's why my moms hate me
She was forced to kick me out, no doubt
Then I figured out
Young nigga turned somethin From nothin
Young nigga got it out the mud Hustlin
My 2 40s stay together like they Soul mates
Got the lean by
Never break never fold
Going through the fire coming out gold
Who knew from the concrete you'd see a rose
Satan tryna compete for ya soul
Give me my soul
too tall
Nominal dribble play, I'll be p-passin you the ball
Passively patient, ball's in your court, I'm awaiting your call
Planet practice
Zoom back
It's a diamond neck piece yeah I had to decorate
On my Q's and my P's i'm just tryna catch a break
(Ooh, ooh, ooh) ooh, ooh, ooh ya knew
I know you see
chick know, P's hungry, like the hippoes
Suck on no nipples, but duck cats, quick to stick you
Like a pin-up, workin out, and doin chin-ups
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