Lyrics:
what people thought about me
You see, I think that there's a lot that y'all needa be taught
Here's a thought
Stop being a fucking sheep
Open your eyes
of the gun
A mother shot while driving
In the back by her baby son
Peyton Benson eating breakfast
A drive by spilled her innocent blood
Trayvon Martin walking
can try but can’t have it all
George:
Hey man, I’m stuck here and feel betrayed by you
Tommy:
Hey you, believe in what’s real without any proof
trying to fuck
(My shit hit like Old School R&B!)
We can play Minnie Riperton
We can turn on George Benson nem
Might rub you down to The Whispers
Might
and his eyes bright blue
So called beef with you-know-who
Fuck it, he just let em kill all of our troops
Look at the bullshit we been through
Had our
only because George Lucas is the worst
Remember when he added that scene
With Jabba on Mos Eisley
Greedo was in the back even though he was
Shot by Han,
when your homie barely blink
He just done powder only at seventeen
You know the common statistic
Inspired by hoop dreams
Now hire about street schemes
Made nigga cooking for you you can call me Benson
Take you where it's just sun island Gilligan
Show you a good time better the Evans
I'm tryna make you
of the Earth
Well, messing with me is worse
Feel the rain, button up you overcoat
Watch the illest ??? bad boy go quote for quote
Well, ya'll want the best,
they just be borin
But I'm curious about her pussy like I'm George
I got hella weed, bitch, that's that storage
Yes I hop on this beat with my heart, yes
back to George every sin he's being question
Just so I can make y'all think what If that was you or me?
That would be a different story
For your family
their time
They been out here clipping wings
It's really a wicked thing
Flipping George Washington with double sided head
All the odds stacked up unevenly
(BRAAH BRAAH) I'm HERCULES MULLIGAN, with George to George delivery
With the Sons of Liberty, slippery, hiding besides the livery (Yeah! Totally!)
you're so fuckin' cool
With your nose in the air, don't you?"
Debbie said, "What are you even talking about?
I've never even met you"
The girl said,
McCann to Donald Byrd
Joe Farrell up this rock, George Benson and Hancock,
Make White Rabbits, Grover Washington Mister Magic,
Some Control with Ms Janet,
And I dress for seasons like Fran Drescher
I'm dropping bodies in damn tea kettles
I hear em whine a bit
I brand em with the heat from the metal
So they
Down, I said I'd Rather Be With You
George and Bootsy, what a hell of a crew
But since you've been lost, yo, I've been so lost too
So Flash your Lights in
paid for it, you just pay for it, mm
While whites march with rifles, unharmed
That anthem means more than your life do
This world is cursed by darkness
them badges, you get dealt with the maggots
Heard drive-bys everyday
Seen homies die early age, though we still gang bang anyway
Uh, yeah, uh, Figg
spent with you I Should be on my grind
But instead I’m kicking it wit you I’m wasting All my time
To be honest you ain’t really ever love me You was lyin
almighty
But see, this ain't the only thing that defines me
'Cuz I'm my own man, and that's what makes me free
A free human being, with his own mind
Take
and the cork
With both knees on the floor
As I thrust in and obey all the laws
Of the Congo dynamics
By Okafor
George the jungle
As I pull up in my lambo
Use my
bright blue
So called beef with you-know-who fuck it
He just let em kill all of our troops
Look at the bullshit we been through
Had our niggas sitting
George, you wanna lead us off?
Yeah, I got one.
Oh Chri-biip-mas tree oh Chri-biip-mas tree how lovely are thou branched?
Why am I getting blipped
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