Lyrics:
But now I’m in St Louis
It’s here I’ve made my home
I’ve watched my life drift slowly by
I’ve seen my children grown
And though this land’s been good
And god told me I ain't putin a foot up in heaven, cold world.
How you gonna be a player with no girl?
Shirly temples in the club, had a fight, now no
on the runway
Met a freak on a Sunday, buy her a chocolate sundae
Planned his attack, now little Candace sports spandex
Then he met a chick named Candace by
and family)
And my detractors clap their hands and blow their smoke
(Headline news in next day's sports page.)
With every second that goes by
I don't mind
at the judges, in the criminal courts
Criminal thoughts, these streets wit killas to sport
This is Mafia music to murder you wit, inserted the clips
Drive-bys
Matthew:
What about my ass?
It's hard from sports
This repulsive celebrity double date has been brought to you by the Church of the Latter Day Saints.
money to make baby
Check me out
[Lil' Flip]
Look I came from nothing
I was broke as hell
I had three options sports, rap or jail
But now we're doin good
rowin'
Suckaz I be mowin' when the trucks come to a towin'
Better grab your girl heard that she's hoe'n
Real good looker ya gotta see the hooker
Saw
the children cry
He's a lousy clown but a good TV weather guy
They said that I'm not cute enough to be an anchorman
Not tough enough for sports and for
in your seat like this
This is how rappers get released like this
It's never been the rapping
That competes like this
Yellin: Just be cool I come
In
transport, son, I throw bombs back and forth
It's a contact sport, get your arm cracked off
Yo, I blast like I'm task force, stashed in my dash board
Exercise
Don't touch me
Don't tell me what I need
I don't compete
Claim my spot to take my seat
I'm not gonna waste my time
Just thought it might be a good
cnd I stay high just so I get by-I i
cll these fake smiles I see through ya li i ies
I ain't surprised , you rollin with me but is you gon ride?
I
talking shit
Like Eric and Dylan I sport a black duster
cnd if you ain't family mother fucka I don't trust ya
I seek more than just fame
I want you
Tryna escape it with sports, hopin' they win the Heisman
By any means, I'm chasin' a different dream
I could buy eight cars
I make a million
Ah)
Came a across a paigon in the studio
So my niggas brang it quick
Used to be cool with these
Niggas that’s the maddest thing
If you wanna hear
slimane don't fuck with sports
Might be done with my old bitch put a stick in shit like folks
Lame ass niggas judging me like courts I swear these niggas
know Janine
The diners did t mind they
Went back to their snails
I got possessed by a demon
Now their scheme would prevail
I asked a horse a question
But
short
Know better, I'll be there quicker than a felon at court
You hit me bout my raps damn like it's your favorite sport
I been chilling with amya I been
reported
Montecarlo, they gon sport it
Phone was booked, the telly sorted
Take bets on Real
They don't be wingin it like Bale
They tried to a press a hit by
the cap back
If you can't do that
It'll be a real short track, fade it out
Okay boomer
You should've said something sooner
I got years to rock the mic
Many
it
Convo not reported
Montecarlo, they gon sport it
Phone was booked, the telly sorted (Yeah)
Take bets on Real
They don't be wingin it like Bale
They
check it
40 to a pig's head, get in the crib
Hit the lamp post, and took a 40 yard piss
So sit twice, that's good
Can't keep my cock out, turn the boogie
Becky, my Becky, you're one of a kind
I don't understand how you made up your mind
When everyone around you seem to be
A full-blown racist pig
Don't
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