Lyrics:
(Drop the fucking album!)
(Bro, you've been talking about this album for months, when are you going to drop it?)
(Seriously, si-six, seven months
It’s Devante man
Lemme talk for second
Maneuver different
Keep ya fuckin distance
That’s what I tell myself
Let’s focus up, complete the mission
lightin' the green
I need the bucket, even though I look right in the beam
Judge find out it's my team, he boost they bails
Niggas throw us on they album
I'm a young boy, straight from north Flo
My heart so cold, R.I.P Fro
I'm from city where I can stay, but can't go
I could leave by myself or take my
Yeah the world famous DJ Clue desert storm
Jump off Joe Buddens on top
This go out to all my niggas
You ain't gotta chain but you got a
Mean
Coffee Brown
Get to know me, the man, the person
So by the time I'm on my fifth album
You should understand the first one
It's non-fiction, you deny you
didnt make my heights
Guess I ain't so bright
What do you want me to do
What do you think I pursue
Take a second to see my view
Gimme a minute in a room
1 ounce, 2 blunts, 3 seconds
And I'm on the 4 oh 5 flying in my 6
Got a call from a 7, said she with a 9
If you add 'em up, that's more than
I can tell by the way she talkin'
That she down to go the mile
Had a couple drinks now we headed back to her place
The shade of red from her
in my pocket and at least a grand
Gold on my knuckle, my pistol's closed in hand
I'm a Dogg Pound Gangsta from the LBC
Remotely controlled by
start him?
Now they can't park him
I go into the booth and just change like Clark Kent
Lamborghini dark tint
Philly blunts cigar scent
I'm by myself
some bad decisions
(It's love)
You can hit my phone
let it go you been forgiven
It's my second album, second chance, second time
Ain't heard my mama
I wanna thank y'all for supporting Juice Music Group
And this new album called Society's Genius by Juice Jones
I was poverty's fool
But now I'ma give
get out of it
Any and all should fall, many are small should call
Naughty By Nature the creator of all y'all
Show hope, show no hope and can't cope,
But by the time you hear it I hope it switch
I guess I ought to go do some rapper shit, get a couple of tats and do my taxes late
Hoping y'all listen,
Consider me the clothes on your back and a warm meal
Who knows, this might just get you a deal
And the day that your album go on sale for the first hour
Just
Uh, chopping garlic by myself
You know ain't nobody worried bout' yo health, right
(Right?)
Keep a condom by my belt
You know better than to trust
his hoe
Her other one got caught by 12 with his pole
Valentines supposed to be love and she spending it alone
What happened to the love where did it go
lightin' the green
I need the bucket, even though I look right in the beam
Judge find out it's my team, he boost they bails
Niggas throw us on they album
romance, I go to Walmart cop her a candle
And every song I ever made she told me that is her anthem
I need smoke, I be smoking every day every second
When I
kick it in (in)
Six is for the 1st, my nigga, what you tryna spend? (Tryna spend)
Seven, don't ever put that pot down, nigga (nah)
Eight, don't forget
————–ORBIT
Glenn: Ah, roger. Friendship 7. All system are go in the capsule.
Glenn: Ah, Roger this is Friendship 7. I’m controlling fly by wire present time.
the music industry man.
Ludacris and field mob,
Mouth to mic resuscitation.
Lets go.
can you handle it?
Eight away, bang in the back with the woofer
that I have not let you down
If there's a heaven then it's underground
Seven seconds too late I reached the gate
I am distracted by the look
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