Lyrics:
to Osama
Skepta the K-IN-G
Man start panicking when I MC
Yeah, J-A rules, but it's Boy Better Know
It's not Murder IN-C
Yo, there's some hating family
Never
fresh off the press
Hittin' hard like a tech on the target
Scratching "Just grab the mic, ? don't do it right."
J-Ro rock the party till
Hittin' hard like a tech on the target
Scratching "Just grab the mic, ? don't do it right."
J-Ro rock the party till the needle start skippin'
I'm
rocking
This is for the radio Mr. D.J
Me and the heavy rotation all damn day
Mechanical boys is what the way to make a living
Looking for love so turn it
To będzie koncept album
Wpadłem na to grając koncert w klubie park
Grając ten koncert w parku
W głowie czuję wanilie wunderbar
Na wunder baum wpadnę
(La Música de Harry Fraud)
Back the .40 out in Footlocker, the mall'll panic
Painted the 'Rari pomegranate, it was hard to manage
Double
Meet me by the golden gates
Make no mistakes
I'm independent like the United States
Be on time cos I'm never late
J U N I O R
Got plans of touring
me a stick Cedro Dash Harry Potter
I'm on my patio smoking on cookie
J at my door talkin' bout girl scout cookies
Nigga's be rats D'angelo Russell
I'm
on her LIIPS. You so Lippy Jay C Game raps simply like I could do better bars speaking from my Pee Pee See OG wont be Respected Anymore by me how dare you
on her LIIPS. You so Lippy Jay C Game raps simply like I could do better bars speaking from my Pee Pee See OG wont be Respected Anymore by me how dare you
Influenced by J. Cole and Lil Dicky[01:22.63]And as I progress on my journey, I tend to be a lil' picky[01:25.77]Yearning for something that some would call
On the real I keep it real under the moon and the sun
It's in my DNA and blood live by the money and gun
Study Art Of War so every single battle is
odpowiem
Trzeba by nagrać album o tych co mnie drażnią
To niewinne przytyki nawet się nie wczuwam w hardkor
Sami się prosili piszę pod wpływem chwili
Każdy z
rapu i wandali głos na jednym szlaku
Rzuć to na słuchawki jeśli chcesz najlepszego stuffu
Jestem tu po to byś przekaz czerpał z tych wierszy
Jak nawijał
rapper about to blow
But his album came, and it was not good
I think it went lead or double copper-wood
So the silly little fans, they were misled
By
Harry Potter
Bout to whip out the broom and pull up with the drip
With a hoodie, sweats and j’s for the fit
Grinding while these other rappers taking bong
sneaky link
She do it if I say so
Walk into the club
Big shades like J-Lo
Like a bad accountant
I been fucking up the pay load
Only mother fucker still
You say you know my life…..
Hahahaha
But like most things…
It's only a peek
Kill 'em J
Both of 'em (that's two) my mother and father naw they didn't
was no excuse
Melissa Manchester was child abuse
Sappy stories from Harry Chapin
From Carly Simon there was no escapin'
James Taylor we ridiculed
for respect, J's, and the neckless
The money, the gang and the fam'
They know I'm well respected
Blowing up is not what I expected
Used to walk around
Ratin latent, and perpetratin
My album's love mics, tough like dirt bikes
You get frantic, New York City, run and panic
California, I switch
(hey!) fresh like some new J's (yeah!)
Brodie got next NBA to pay.
I'm too paid! (paid!), shaded, with some ladies
Reppin' my city; West L.A. baby!
I'm talkin murda on that pussy, I'm a goon bitch
You spend the night, you make it home by afternoon bitch
Move quick, that go a rack
Bust it ho, you
album hit the shelf
Grandma's favorite, she could not understand
How there's people in the world who wouldn't want me as a neighbor
Had to explain
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