Lyrics:
gotta school y'all to the game (one, two, one, two), you know what lets talk to em, Lets go!
(Joe Budden)
Them wolves is out nigga
(Ransom)
bitch and love singing to the blues
What If this song wasn't made for you?
Im comin', I'm Comin' For you x2
Fuck So good make a bitch wanna fight me
life, all my life, all my life knew I'd be here (All my life)
These days, at this point in my life, you know what I mean
I kinda really wanna use music
fresh if they watching like 2 Chainz, from the D, hit the Dougie
Know it's yunny over bitches, stop fuckin on ya bitch to serve a junkie
She say she was
Warner Brothers
We started on his album
He wrote his rhymes on paper
Before Sidekicks became a modern day phone
Same time our buzz was
Generated from G
as a young person
I didn't have for
Lack of a better word I didn't have
A Joe Jackson in my family i didn't have
That sort of overbearing stage
Parent… Or,
than they said I'd ever do
But by time you hear this song
Sonny, my next album will already be done
And it's-it's just kinda chilling
Last year I was, I
nothin try an spoil this day
To Run, D and Jay it's love and my thug salute
'Cause real love's the only thing that comes above this loot
Carhart
Oh yea
This is for my real fans let me talk about them
Right around with my first album
Remember that shit talk about it
You put me here
M.I 2
steel Eggo
Throwin rhymes in spirals like Joe Klecko
Miami Dolphin, now shut up, close your mouth and
you be hatin debatin, regurgitatin
the south where I come from
An aged folk who'd paid his dues in his young days
Next to him lives a young folk whom you 'd call a born again
But when he prays
waited every day
Only for a minute before she moved away
But in his imagination
She'd step off to say hello
There won't be an answer just because
She's
to Joe Joes cause you aint getting those cookies anywhere else. Cindy, Id suggest you turn left, head south on Boardwalk, get a cab, grab your stuff,
down, y'all know where to buy it now
Beanie Mac I supply it now
My squad roll deep, in foreign cars with two seats
Couple of five's, a six, a few Jeeps
And we ain't coming with the heat
Man, we ain't here to play dawg
We here to eat your fucking food
Don't fucking play dawg
I'm out here all day
Y'know, me
Written By: Derrick Wyatt and Charles Bacome II
Don’t wanna let my mama down, she built it from the ground
We done seen so many hard days, don’t
he'd stay up (for what)
For popping those needles
Intro
It's just for fun
It's just at night
It's justified
Everyday
He risk his life
They making
because I'm being you every week
(by the way it seem that everybody...)
I grit my teeth and bare it (you know this judge? he carries a grudge!)
Just
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
On Top family and a bad bitch handy
Each day there's a "W", it felt like heaven
I'm at an actress's house, that felt like neckin'
R&B on, looked and felt
seriously poked in
Your crack by ministers
Eww, these days rappers on my TV
Are braggers about their swagger rocking
Karats off of Ebay
But I ain't tripping,
gotta school y'all to the game (one, two, one, two), you know what lets talk to em, Lets go!
(Joe Budden)
Them wolves is out nigga
(Ransom)
like I was jokin'
They escorted me out
I shook hands wit' him and that was
The first day I ever met Cass'
So it took 16 years, two rounds later
For you
seven zero days
To hear rumblings about this dude
First time y'all were together heard through a Venmo request
Trace the steps, figured out It'd been
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