Lyrics:
Charles
I was born with a penny, I remember those days, I was dissed by many
I was broke in my city, I remember those days, I ain't get no pity
I was down
was playin basketball
Was so excited / That I hadda get a Witness
The first time the NBA was in the 'lympics
players from the east/ players from
out from that little one room and kitchen youve got. Its owned by my good friends in Cayman National Bank, so we have already moved out your stuff,
When I'm in my Elvis mood i'm in a good mood
I'm getting plastered
And ripped out of the frame
And I'm singing having a
Good time for everybody
"Hey man, can you throw one on?"
I'm with a blonde and my Johnson's what she's blowing on
I'm in the backseat, I nut, she catch it like a Pokémon
Presenter Hello, good evening, and welcome to
'Blackmail'! And to start tonight's programme, we go to
Preston in Lancashire, and Mrs Betty Teal!
on my seat
Ten-thousand-dollar toe rings, featured by me
Bitches know it's time out
They be fucking me so good, I be like 'Time out'
They want to fuck
reunion we have one mind
That to get together and have a good time
And desmoines iowa is the place to be
Were theres four generations of the johnson family
Sounds good enough to me
I'm ready for your house
For you house, it's not my house
It's your house
You done went and put it in my mind
I mean, where do my
was playin basketball
Was so excited
That I hadda get a Witness
The first time the NBA was in the 'lympics
Players from the east
players from the west
Alright, this one goes out
To all the lovers in the house, know I'm sayin'?
I'm gonna express my feelings right about now
On the way I like to do
(The full clip the full clip) Alright so who we got who we got right now
You got Lesedi in the house (Rap at which section)
I'm rapping the west
keepers
Too many finger movement nigga
You be gang leader?
Fuck the pillows your music is
What we sleeping on
Stay on track thanks to God
You're not good in
from a place
Where the stars don't shine
Growing up
We had the hardest
Time
At 5 years old
I saw my Momma
Crying
Lost in a world
Where the stars
hit me with the change up? (Why?)
Talking Randy Johnson with change up
Talking Nolan Ryan with the change up yea
Losing people just to get my name up
peace of mind at piano lesson time
Hides my pencil chews my book and then he acts surprised
Don't be fooled by the way he look he might be small in size
his house
Got the guidance, don't have doubt
Even in my self
Sycamore tree grew in the hole
I think its home to elves
Every time I hit the oil, resonate
Myers, Norman Bates, Charles Manson
Commas, commas, commas, commas, commas cashing
We fight time and time and time and time and time and time
Again
I told
the tailoring trade and stitched till around '34
In '27, he wed Eliza, whose father made shoes
Five children came, Martha, Charles, Mary, Robert, and Andrew
He
working on weekends clock in on days off
I might be yo barber the way I fade off
Im blind to the hate I feel like Ray Charles
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
I feel like
good
" I took my hat, boy
I came from that north in
That house cooking crack, boy
Yeah, now I'm rap trappin'
It's the same thing
Drip the Cartier bust
to reality
Wake up in the morning by myself
So I'mma go hard 'til I got nothing left
'Cause I'mma die by myself, just like you, motherfucker
'Cause you ain't
Xanadu
Drive-bys in the broad day
Get your house sprayed
When the your rent's paid (Everywhere I go)
Still see the same thing, niggas switch lanes
of the
Round Table shall have a task to make them an example in these dark
times.
ARTHUR: Good idea, oh Lord!
GOD: 'Course it's a good idea! Behold! Arthur,
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