Lyrics:
my life familiar
Is ultimate superior we don't jack cars
We jack for aircraft carriers
I bounce like trampolines, when I be blowing the feces
The hospital needs a hospital
Now they mocking you
They say the flattery is sincere
I run like a nigga younger than me by ten years
Yeah, and that's my car
The hospital needs a hospital
Now they mocking you
They say the flattery is sincere
I run like a nigga younger than me by ten years
Yeah, and that's my car
to all the Gods in Now Rule
Melacasis, Sea and my man True Born
I want to give a shout to Big Bob
Scooby Real and the whole Mob from the Stallion Mark
Accordions and Tim Buck Two
Devilishly suited eggs
Wilted like my yesterdays
Fondled by the testing grounds
Hands pop down from ceiling cows
Udders stretch
awhile to see
Found out the hard way
Brought down by police
Cuffs on my wrist
Slammed me right on the car
Looked me in my eye
I was seeing her stars
Don't
I feel like there's a weight on my
What
I feel like there's a weight on my
Shoulders
Yeah
A man with no fingers on his hand can still judge
16 ounces
by inches, he sprinted
Some of his boys on the corner was who your bullets entered
Two of em pull through but one didn't, son's finished
You took
on trap, I'm on ground
Where's my crown
We get it, we gotta go
Fucked up on the block, we get
Fucked up in the spot, we get
Fucked up in the car, all these
Breathing beliefs
I'm bounded by
A sequence of speech
Sounds spiral
And beseech me
To teach my own
Trial of fires
Beneath my feet
I'm tired of files
up car, still work a 9 to 5, bitch that's my fucking job
Bob like build and build like bob, be rich by like 25
Dis shit like do or die, shoot every
and the wrist on glow
Shades got dark while the heart got darker
Price is right no Drew or Bob Barker
Only three words to the cops, where's my lawyer?
Tell my
Stuck on the phone
Gave up by the morning
Meet me on Garvey
Send me a flick
I must insist
Bob and weave like Marley
Smokin' weed by the garden
Told
my chop in my car but my shooter didn't
Nigga old and he still rocking True Religion
Had the pole with the scope its gon' send him hit em
Got these
nigga, make up your mind
How much longer you gon' wait to decide?
You was kickin' some dangerous lines
Now buyin' your shit a waste of my time
Nigga,
forget this like ya did the long-division
I'ma take my pen and pencil
I'ma show ya how I scribble
Bob and weave the way I dribble
Never settle, whistlin'
would be getting across at all)
My fair lady-o
On the bridge there stands a car
Painted with peculiar flowers
It's the Beatles' it's not ours
(Guess
inside my head!
Six-six-six sick thoughts, the path is led
And six-six-six sick thoughts my ode to death
All mankind will be laid to rest by
multiply that sh*t
By a dozen ways I make it so my clothes stay crisp
And I get alotta pu**y give a f**k boutta b*tch
My ice go drip drip drip on a b*tch
(I
leaves float down from the treetops by the road
In the air, I'm tasting epigrams and odes
We'll stop and watch the stories hover through
We'll break for
JFX B-e-r-n-a-r-d
Bring the whole crew pull through to the party
Treat my glass like a baby lock it up in the car seat
Anxiety -xiety you can hear my
(U dig U dig yeah)
(Leave Her lonely)
(I get it by my lonely)
(Ha Ha)
(What up Ob)
(Aye)
This that 3rd degree
This that roll it please
This that She
of a Menace I go by Youngboy
Call all the shots cause I'm over that gang
She looked in my face and was tellin' them lies
Got Dino to set that hoe car up in
school
Where dem carry car enter my school
You go win car if your trap sure for you
For my mind I say these people na fool
Me go dey try na wetin my padi
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