Lyrics:
bel air
I live by the day
So I ain’t never gon fear
You niggas that’s acting all queer
I want a wraith
Pull up yo bitch gunna stare
I’m making her wet
tear at the end
If you don't know me, Cooper the name
Called upon many resources by God(Sam)
Don't be amazed, first name is Sam and I'm only a teen
called
Easily top three to y'all
At least top five till I get called
From the sidelines that they got me chillin
But imma ball like Like they hurt my
to the front
And opened the door
He said his name was Muhammed Jamaal and he be wit me till fall
He said the escort service had called, and the package will
it?)
Sucker free, confidence high
Such a breeze when I pen rhymes
I just got that air about me like wind chimes (yeah)
Another day in the life (uh)
I met this girl late last year
She said don't you worry if I disappear
I told her I'm not really looking for another mistake
I called an old friend
Start growing zeds
Doesn't matter
How tuff the going gets
Im still a poet
And yes i do know it best
Spin me
Go on bet
Your more likely to see
Will smith
this ain't the squash beef state
You thinkin' make up, we thinkin' Lark Voorhies face
The twin Eagle'll air his coupe, might as well ride by in
dreams through the air
So he walked back inside
Somehow different I think
For the rest of the night
No one paid for a drink
And the cynics will say
Rimbaud
Go Rimbaud, go Rimbaud, and go Johnny go
And do the Watusi, oh, do the Watusi
There's a little place, a place called space
It's a pretty
Rimbaud
Go Rimbaud, go Rimbaud, and go Johnny go
And do the Watusi, oh, do the Watusi
There's a little place, a place called space
It's a pretty
hope the Bel-Air estate got my spaces ahead of time
There's always somebody to take your place
Amidst your decline
I'll resign when the grip on their
mean to be brothers?
Or sisters or united are we?
I was just a little kid obsessed with Barkley Snoop and Will Smith
Never even occurred to me till I
lies from all the suit and the ties we only tryna get by
But I spit this with the driest of eyes
Why we pull the trigger on niggas that sharing our
some shit I don't get into
But play me like Chris Rock
Fuck a nigga, I might Will Smith it
Won't sit and talk about niggas business
I ain't Wendell
of the bong shit
Into the wrong shit
Stunt with my dogs shit
Lilo and stitch
Classic will Smith
In hitch
Allergic to mumble rapping it
Chief called
Said this
a promise I'll be taking us home
As the heir to the throne, in this castle called Hip Hop
I will not stop, nor leave it alone
When in the zone, I hone
lives
choosing to die by killing themselves
As I describe the life of a particular girl
I'd like to think inside your mind
There'd be a ringing of bells
hard
They gave us warnings try to tell us this place dangerous
But it's beautiful I love It girl I saver this
First journey out and I get chased by some
I'm from the dirty south where niggas go to prison just by word of mouth
Slangin quarter keys to make them G's is what it's all about
I was brought
[Intro:]
Okay God it's like this
If we don't manifest our power to the fullest
Man, you know what I'm saying?
Nothing will become of everything that
On a Journey
To sights unknown
From the place we called home
The home we've outgrown
Our engine's pumpin'
As stars fly by
We chart our course onward
holdin' water, they say old Joe
Will stop and give you a ride, and
Just like you, some hitchhiker will be
Comin' by"
"So here son," he said to me, "get
prayer
I don't know if they can read or not thats a might
But it's obvious their not like Will Smith bright
But it seems they are suffering from a slight
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