Lyrics:
yellowed wallpaper
Except for some BBQ essentials, there is nothing in the fridge
The 3 room apartment is a relic from another chapter
As far as I remember
While he's steady laying bricks
In the walls of resent
Now with all due respect
How can I unplug or disconnect
I don't wanna hurt no
Feelings or stop
the bricks
a young black crucifix
up in the dirt i be knockin' dicks
smooth and beretically, my pockets
rocket
to six figures
and polverizin' niggas
flippin bricks, I dont rap about killin snitches
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8 - bitches in my living room, in my living room
Pass around the bottle and we'll
never lose this
I can't lose another friend, we go different paths
Hit eachother just to reminisce and we laugh
Bout all the stupid things that we did in
And it's 1,2,3 what are we dyin' for?
Don't ask me I don't really know
Ask PT Trumpum, it's his shit show
And its 5,6,7, open up the pearly gates
Well,
they ain't obvious out of towners
Okay, I've never heard of workers getting five G's pay
For trips that last for only 2-3 day
How these Guyanese
it seems
Street dreams by any means just to capture the green
Know what I mean, but I know its all been a scheme
Set screens to block it out, like you
three, two, one
To the moon and back
Big stepper keep it moving
c milli on the flow
Put a billi on my music
My life on the line
Not inclined to lose
YUP! ( in background)
(scratch) 1, 2, 3 as this is plain to see
I go by the name of Jermain Dupri
Dopeman fresh in the place to be
And uhh
[Chrous:]
Just cause I'm motivated by a lot of cheese
When trees by the p's
And fuckin' fine fee's and 3's with ease
For sure the skilled poets
Within in
Hum V (V)
I'm surrounded by these RBGs
(HEeee!!)
We get green, roll green, and eat green like sebi
Born in them 80's
I clown like I'm Bailey
This
with common patriots
The parody plastered every red brick in site
Where had to keep his plights from ticking
I'm slipping my key and whim dim by dirty
I'm bustin' down a pack of that boy-boy in Chicago
You make it to a brick in my hood and you hit the lotto
I hit the lotto
Like Powerball on a ho
near me
I went between two cars, lettin' off the quarter pound
I see another body fallin' down to the ground
Quick I run up on him cause I don't
I'm from another planet so they treat me like the star
Nigga kick flipping off the wall I'm on my grind
Catch me in my own designer Caravaggio Milan
on the monkey bars learning fundamentals
Generation crying out for love on another level
We running the courts like a PT test
We do for one, we wish we could do
Before I leave the heat, I put two in rain grove for my range rove
Hot to death, cops is vex
I push a buck 60 if they try to block the lex
Drive by
with a brick
Seven, eight, your bitch chose up and now it's too late
One, two, talk to your bitch and I sneak in her room
Three, four, putting it down
feel now
'Bout to take my lady Selfridfges
New drip on the way, ah-ha
Feel like I'm in Prince's house
Purple paint all on the walls, ah-ha
Sittin'
feel now
'Bout to take my lady Selfridfges
New drip on the way, ah-ha
Feel like I'm in Prince's house
Purple paint all on the walls, ah-ha
Sittin'
99 bottles of beer on the wall
By the end of the night I'm a drink em all
Counting the clock
The clock keeps ticking
That 9 to 5 i gotta fucking
and a brick in the Cherokee
Right after I do these three hours of physical therapy (I gotta work out)
Countin' my blessings, don't know why he keep sparing me
what the sun done
Suspects change clothes
Before I leave the heat, I put two in rain grove for my range rove
Hot to death, cops is vex
I push a buck 60
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