Lyrics:
and Jordan was looking like Pippen and Worthy
Jordan and Gervin, splashing threes
But I had y'all cousin Hasani
He was playing d, no coverage to stop us
But
the back of the apartment where they be selling ganja,
but beware of the AK held by HM Thomas,
son gotta keep him high in them bottoms or some old
the back of the apartment where they be selling ganja,
but beware of the AK held by HM Thomas,
son gotta keep him high in them bottoms or some old
the tool I'm from Texas, but I ain't no damn bammer
Mess with Killa Mike, Ron Thomas that Quo down in Atlanta
Lil' Flip and my man Banner, come here
York, you'd be mad?
If I said I'm the king of L.A., you'd be mad?
Nigga at, told him, "Don't even ask"
Can a dead body jump out of a bag?
No monitor
apart, no Lincoln welder
Wish I could run back with open arms
To my childhood, out the way from any harm
A much simpler life, ain't that right?
Mom dukes
ain't been by Lenny Boy's
In a while
D Lynch'd an iCloud
For these files
And catalog gone be thicker
Than the Bible
And these roguish ways we living is
that I ain't in
It's so damn far away from the place I thought I'd be
Most nights I come home, throw the TV on
And sit there by myself
I'm sorry man, I
As we eat the Last Supper off Angie's table
Breaking bread wit the Army
Sound of the streets called me
Satan's messenger tried to harm me
But he ain't
popped a soma and now I'm calmer
All that body on me got you hot, I'm warmin'
And it ain't gon' help you more than I'm gon' harm you
Out here by myself
and in your hearts
Don't be fooled by changes in the Bible
Lots of pronouns been lowercased
But the blatant blasphemy takes the cake
Check Isaiah 45:14
Name Will, I am Dub D the King going dumb on the mic
I got everyone hype by the shit that I write
All my fans say they like how I flow it's a vibe
I
a country boy
Well a simple kinda life never did me no harm
A raisin' me a family and workin' on the farm
My days are all filled with an easy country
it's helpin' you to get through
It's twelve noon, ain't no harm in self-inducin' a snooze
What else is new? Fuck it, what would Elvis do in your shoes?
boot, there's no time
I'll jump out the passenger side like there's no traffic
Catch you with your girl or your mum, you'd do the same
So we'll take
Alloys bend; a brand new trend
I'll follow it, why not
No harm no foul
Eyes like an owl
That shit hits hard and fast and
They fucked like rabbits
Started walkin'
I mean whoever heard of a bullfrog talkin'
But then I realized I hadn't been grazin'
In no grain
So I figured I'd tell him just what I
hit
Teaching surgical options on what to do with their d-s
It's true and it's sick, no thanks to media
And government giving all of our rights anemia
I
of me
You gone need a recipe
Ay let me talk to ya
I'm not tryna sound alarms
Or bring fear, or body harm
Thats what terrorist do and
When terror is due
I
of me
You gone need a recipe
Ay let me talk to ya
I'm not tryna sound alarms
Or bring fear, or body harm
Thats what terrorist do and
When terror is due
I
a country boy
Well a simple kinda life never did me no harm
A raisin' me a family and workin' on the farm
My days are all filled with an easy country
ain't no stopping us now, my nigga
[Freck Billionaire]
Ya clip trip, clip spit
Get your strip wet
I got the rubber grip Smith and my rich sweats
Well, I ain't very big for twentyone
And it seems I never could have any good clean fun
Cause every time I'd go outside some great big bully'd come
Well if no one's putting numbers on the board
I'd love to take a swing, might even graze you
But I don't mean any harm, I'm just speaking my mind
Take
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