Lyrics:
does something that's accepted by younger
And ultimately cooler people
There's always a dangerous pride that wells up
Setting us up for a fall
I'm all
livres ça écrase les moustiques (bzz)
Un doigt dans l'engrenage puis j'rentre au bercail
C't'album y'a mille mains un peu comme les Hentais (mais nan)
Cet
Don't take this personal nigga
When I meet Jaden Smith nigga I'm a rob you
Fuck what the cops do
I love what ya moms do
I love what ya pops do
Wills
Curtis them,
Courtesy of my Smith & Wesson,
I kill tracks like aids, nigga get infected,
[Chorus]
The whole world been waiting on him,
Here I come,
just want to spit man I don't need this grief
[VERSE TWO]
[HOST]
I mean you got Will smith and jada Beck's and posh,
J-low and Ben aflet, 50 and vivica
beefin' with me, I never heard of them
If I was the old me I would murder them
Matter fact, if I was the old me, I would Curtis them
Courtesy of my Smith
Tryna play and the K spray
It's equipped with the beam
All you rap niggas
Full of cap
My shit better than most
And I don't even rap
Hidden Gem album
Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by
thugs from the R-O-C
Sigel Sigel in the house
Uh-huh, sick bastard
Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer
Uhh, uhh, Memph Bleek in
the East coast fuck took it from me
Fourth album still Jay still spittin that real shit
Volume 3 still sold more records than Will Smith
Can't call this
thugs from the R-O-C
Sigel Sigel in the house
Uh-huh, sick bastard
Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer
Uhh, uhh, Memph Bleek in
do I entertain y'all with my disrespect?
Respectfully (Great John on the beat, by the way)
Lil Nas X gon' catch AIDS and die like Eazy-E (he is)
on his
old album cover he was a she thang
so Nigga please, Nigga please don't step to deez
motherfuckin' Real G's
Yo Dre, what's up? *bang*
Yo Dre, what's
Joseph! Don't fuck the baby!
Joseph Smith, don't fuck the baby!
Suddenly the clouds parted
And Joseph Smith was visited by God!
Joseph Smith, do not
Girl, so I was stuck in the house
All by myself during quarantine
Fucking around making music
I was like I'm gonna call myself
Quay Quay the Bae,
of the secrets I'm keepin' 'em
The MSFTS Kevin Smith
Go ahead and call me four-eyes
Auto-pilot when I drive by
No license, big surprise
In that all black, Alfreds
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
the funkadelic relic
(bring in the funk baby, bring it in, bring it)
James Todd Smith and nine years old
When Sugarhill was in control
I'm listenin'
And expect them not to know what a woman's clitoris is
Of course they're gonna know what intercourse is
By the time they hit fourth grade
They've got
And expect them not to know what a woman's clitoris is
Of course they're gonna know what intercourse is
By the time they hit fourth grade
They've got
puttin' up Will Smith numbers
Surrounded by sixes and Hummers, bitches among us
Tryin' not to let this bullshit become us
It started from hunger, 'til
I'm not God-sent
Nas, Rakim, Pac, Big, James Todd Smith, and I'm not Prince, so
I walk on water
But I ain't no Jesus
I walk on water (It's true,
Yo, Dest'n?
Remember where we grew up?
Was always at your granny house, we would be living it up
Was tryna to get that cash by cutting grass, wasn't
flow's athletic
Workout seven albums, rap calisthenics
Epmd now, here to get ya
With a blow, you could of sworn Roy Jones hit ya
[Parrish Smith
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