Lyrics:
finna give em right back.
I jus met a Brazilian
Told her daddy that she like Mack!
I’m a real musician. No technician.
Bish I write raps.
Youngin off da
I go extra hard on the hard floor
Right now, I'm callin' you from my home gym
Right after that, nigga, I'm gon' swim
Just did a couple laps in my
home
*Na's are carried out by back up after Corey starts singing Na na.
They're sendin' the old man home
Back where the buffalo roam
Out in the Pacific, they say he was the best
Now he's in his "civies"
Headin' home like
from gym class chillin' in the suite
Then we write to a beat
Then we dap because the deal
Be hittin' the streets
Miami Beach we we headed, 305, with
Ngega! (Alone)
Ndingori ndega here?! (All by myself?!)
Ndega! (Alone)
Ndakangomira here?! (Taking a stand, really?)
Ngega! (Alone)
Ndingori ndega
would type back, nigga would type back)
Yeah, fuck nigga say he want hands
He pull up and walk by me
Just had a bad day, made your advance
You can't even
the hurdle
His peers shed tears senior year when he got murdered
Now Alberto was your average A student
Participated in class,
Never came late
And never
His peers shed tears his senior year when he got murdered
Now Alberto was your average day student
A student participated in class, never came late
Gym class doing dirty like rugby
Blood stains in the mirror looking ugly
I can feel no remorse
Me and my boys
c jab to the face made him dougie
cint
a casket nap
Cass' can rap, you can't compare him to me
I'm ya savior
It's like scripture when they
Hear it from me i snap back
(snapback) so cats in this
Rewind the clip
Yeah, I'll start by taking back
It's Spring of '17
Sitting shotgun there in my car
You said celebrities are sad, no matter how big or small
But she get trashed on the car hood by Hoodstock
We got good stock
and size does matter bitch, that's why we slang good cock
Back the thirty eight
Cutthroatin' anyone who try to give me less, yeah
I be on the 405 goin' back and forth from home, back to work, yeah aye, shit
You be on that bullshit, you be
Fact is that to an extraordinary extent
Uh By comparative standards the US
Is a business run society
Which means that human rights are subordinated
Love when you're not holding back
When you make me feel that
All the pressure melts away
Forget I'm feeling bad
I will always put you first yeah
the last two action heroes
Actually had the capacity, to be the ones in a class of zeroes
Hip-hop's not dead, it was on vacation
We back, we bask in
gave me you number anyway you were on the talcum
Powder, how's about them oranges?
Moved away from home to school with big plans
By day, studied
chimpanzee
911 pushup like a gym class
In New York Soriano with big gas
Forgiato my rims on a M class
Hide the dope in the vert like a temp stash
Why the crib
you're my type
Girl one I like
Girl you be mine
Stay by my side
Come over I'm home alone
Come over I'm home alone
Come over I'm home alone
We can chill
I've just taken a sacred oath each of those patriots have taken. The oath first sworn by George Washington. But the American story depends not on any one
like the back of my hand
And I would shoot the breeze
With the roots and trees
I'd go by the river
And watch the way the devil dances
But never took his
to look and sound
Just like him
Me and my bros, yeah we in the word, and we in the gym
And we had to change some things get back into shape
But glory
playing, caught the ball, 1 person thought to catch the shame
I remember being kicked and pushed and shoved when my gym class passed
That's the reason why
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