Lyrics:
shit like Aladdin
Presidents what I’m stacking
Rubber bands how I’m snapping
Don’t like it that’s too bad ride by your house the speakers blasting
My
valentía
Y nos inoculaban
Como a Michael Jackson
Que nunca había dado
Pasos en la luna
Y como descubría
Que la Reina madre
Era un gran lagarto
Me daban
up in yo town with flames getting out of my mouth
Real talk, no cappin'
I rap what I lived throughout this route
I'm more like a roundabout
Can lead
I'm a go in they house
And if they home, I'm a blast, take them niggaz out
Cause we be bout drama, no fuck that, we bout killin
Drama, fuck all that,
punk and get funky for the occasion
Superstitious, so I kill black cats and all that
and buck em down with the gat
E Double in the house don't you know
a n**** momma house up, no talkin'
(Shh) Too much talkin'
Ran out with a 100 bands, I ain't playin'
Cut the promoter, thought I was playin'
Got a 2-2-3
And the youngest of the family is moving with authority.
Building castles by the sea, he dares the tardy tide to wash them all aside.
The cattle quietly grazing
by but you don't look around
You were playing your music but you got drowned out
You go back to the old house but you've been locked out
And it
Jackson (oh), I am for real
Never meant to make your daughter cry
I apologize a trillion times
I'm sorry Ms. Jackson (oh), I am for real
Never meant
will chop one down
Stone by stone for you
My queen of a small town
Yes you are baby
I can't part the Jackson
No but
I'm gonna build a path
Stone by stone
I ain't fuckin with none of ya'll
Real ones be
Too hard to
Come by
No shade boy yeah
Let um sun dry
Truth is
You a bitch
Man that's no lie
and open the curtain
I know myself and I'm very certain
You'll know when you see me in person
No more pain and no more hurtin'
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
of an eye
Take it back to 95 one time, I was 5 at the time
Parents house crate digging like
Mike Jackson, Stevie wonder, the Beatles
Music was my god & there
cold
Buckets spill,
Brushing with the strokes
Splattering the pallet,
Jackson Pollack in your home
Heads High
Kill em with the No
Only cost a dime
For
blessings
You can wait till forever with hate and the curses
I stay in the house and I close up the curtains
Don't wanna be seen I hide my last seen
Know I
the curtain knuckles jerking for certain
Poppin' that pussy
Sweatin' till no fluid is left
When I come in the party with J we gonna do it to death
You gon'
Jackson (oh), I am for real
Never meant to make your daughter cry
I apologize a trillion times
I'm sorry Ms. Jackson (oh), I am for real
Never meant
Jackson (oh), I am for real
Never meant to make your daughter cry
I apologize a trillion times
I'm sorry Ms. Jackson (oh), I am for real
Never meant
I'm a go in they house
And if they home, I'm a blast, take them niggaz out
Cause we be bout drama, no fuck that, we bout killin
Drama, fuck all that,
heart
People talked about me & they stayed in my house
Niggas hating on me & I tried help em out
I did it for the family I ain't do it for no clout
clearly he's ready for anything
He's been sleeping eyes wide
With a chest full of pride since the opportunity came knocking
No, I won't let you down sir,
you've got my poor back hurting
I want you, first close the curtain"
He closed the curtain and also the doors
The next thing you knew it was off with
Y'all youngsters don't know nothin' about Logic
Back in my day, motherfucker, he was that motherfuckin' nigga
It was Logic, Michael Jackson
with me (Secret Service with me, nigga)
Nip it in the bud, lil' kid
Groupie love, we ain't ever playin' by the rules
Nigga better not start playin'
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