Lyrics:
As if that look off in your eyes wasn't plenty notation
By you biting on your lip, that was plenty indication
It's for certain how you work it
grow
Don't be scared by the lights bro
Where your friends when the lights go
Big dog in my ends ho'
King James Imma dam pro
I'll prove em' wrong in
No need for me to sound like y'all man (No)
Motherfucker this is me
Is MG motherfucker this is me
From molly's world man
I be doing it nonstop
From
power,
W3 Family, the world is ours,
Getting dough,
Blowing dough like it was sour,
If you don’t know now you know, Motherfucker, that’s me
1 time for
Remember this field well
This is where we excel
We're foot soldiers on our shoulders
Empires rose and cities fell
We got big technology
But
wisdom (oh woah)
We tell them, warning warning warning
Big corporations are swarming like killer bees
S to the T to the I to the N to the G, sting
Their
the whole world
"Settle with the low
oh That's a no no"
Hear me now slutty girls
you got your dress on
"Standing by the wall?
Go get your freak on!"
「My
shit
You'd think I had the world in my palm
Surrounded by the team pockets full of C.R.E.A.M.
Still ain't all peaches and cream
Cause it's hard being
laying a verse on tracks like Whitney
I'm in a different world, my girl like Whitley
Big Willie style, the crowd getting jiggy
Sipping Dom Perignon till
shit, first blunt of the day, last night
This that shit they want, big boys at the plate, way too high
Avocado, I'm pressin' up a mulatto Her daddy is in
crazy world that we living in
Really got me thinking I can change it with a pen
Bruv, is he mad? Is he fucking mad, bruv? Shit
My intuition never steered
me the grim reaper
My words are rich cause I'm big reader
And I'm with a chick who is a dick eater
But she a bit eager
Shoot my shot and I don't miss
of the hurricane
I'm flopping on my bed like a flying squirrel
Like a little girl hurt by the big bad world
Yeah it's twisting up my insides
Can't hide it
got a pen addiction
I got a Muslim shorty now but the ex was Christian
She ain't overstand the godliness of my position
Anybody who ain't family is
of the hurricane
I'm flopping on my bed like a flying squirrel
Like a little girl hurt by the big bad world
Yeah it's twisting up my insides
Can't hide it
break]
It could have been good America
It could have been great America
Land of the brave and free
Welcoming you and me
But this Brave New World is
of the hurricane
I'm flopping on my bed like a flying squirrel
Like a little girl hurt by the big bad world
Yeah it's twisting up my insides
Can't hide it
some more
But I'm clear, they brought me here
A world worthy of makin' em for
I'm takin off my armor, already cut to the bone
The prodigal daughter
the answer to this riddle then?
Is it heroin?
Or Jesus Christ?
Big-ass books?
Or sleepless nights?
I had a few of those and everyone knows
That
young and the world was flat
But I'm forty some years old now and man I don't care
All I won't now is just a comfortable chair
And to sell all my stock
Who lives in a house like this?
Who lives in a house like this?
In number 69 there lives a transvestite
He's a man by day but he's a woman
Lil' Jay on the track, nigga
Aye and you already know it's ya boy Lil' Scrappy
We finna have the whole M-F world, rockin' in dis bitch
Look
yeah
Act a fool 'cause there's nothin' to prove
Because the proof is in the pudding, do tell (Yeah)
You hail, two worlds collide, make girl (Yeah)
(Lil Remains)
We be them gorillas creepin'
Inside your motherfucking mind
Germ got the axe watch him lift it up
And just swing it from behind
Who is
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