Lyrics:
F*** it security checking n***** I'm still comin strapped
Yeah I'm still bussin jugs got this big a** glock on my lap
Niggas they act like b******
bitches sliding on me, but i dont even want em
Me and my homie eating n he dont got money, im gonna front em
5 days left my favorite album, dont think i can
Iverson’ I wanna I fly’da som’n’ I wanna private island by’da time he’s 9 tryna surprise my son’
Make a dad_ that he was proud’ve some’
N’meet the lord
Yo, I'm like lately seeing like,
Many man-a coming up with funny little skanks and ting but,
When I'm on a skankin' ting, no lie I'm on a blankin'
switch this
What up to Gibs and Stunna Man, Watch my brother n'em while you can, ayy
Shout out the boys, ain't coming outside when I'm outside doing my
fro up C-----e don’t know of (*SNIFF)
I don’t ever wanna rude boy Marcelo
But if I do then the album Limoncello, Ah
No, no, no Hold Up man
No, no, no
this new Canibus n****. You know what I'm saying?
[Group]
Yeah, yeah.
[1st man]
Yeah, n****s gonna feel that n****.
[3rd man]
Oh, that's
Maaaaan fuck you I walk into church cussin/ smack the ole bitch approachin/ she just bein nosy n buggin/ I ain’t tell this ole bitch nothin/ who’s open for
the Yellow Pages under smooth shit
'Cause Red ain't down for the bullshit
Niggas fucked up by letting me make an album
(How come, rude boy?)
To get
Uh
"It's Mr N on that track"
indeed it is, man..
(Verse 1)
..keep it on repeat..
Relax, it's Mr N, yo
Just come on in, no need to tip toe
You
must be crazy, nigga
Onе song for my deluxe is all I need to do
These puppies barkin'
They done bit off more than they can chew
My album just dropped
I'm
sometimes the other side ain't always what it seems
We dropped "Super Tight" a album full of killer flows
But then we got caught up with the drugs
always what it seems
We dropped "Super Tight" a album full of killer flows
But then we got caught up with the drugs and the hoes
We didn't realize what
Yeah he hit em'
Congrats
But wrong man you hit
Smith caught August in JP to join entanglements
I aim n' hit
Wipe noses with no hankerchief
Call me Jax,
spookt door m'n hoofd
Maar m'n geest raak ik niet kwijt
M'n ma wilt een nieuwe bak
En m'n nicht wil naar Parijs
Noem jezelf niet de man als je
Niet checkt
get to tweaking out
Yo mans gone twitch
Secret animosity the problem
Niggas scared to solve em
Ian got no opps n i put it on my momma
If you got beef
I understand how
N****s fall victim to struggle cause now my mans high
And the things I seen in my lifetime
Most of which is the reason I recite
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
to roll
I got the strap by the seam of my clothes
Show a lil nigga this cutta on me not even his beef but his mans get expose
Putting down pressure you
we bring a jacket, man (bring a jacket)
Lose yo life to these women nah we ain't jackin that (nah)
We flying high to the top n you just a maggot, man
rolling stone
By the time he came back to earth
Mr Brian was gone
He couldn’t help himself
Anger took control of his mind
Yeah killed the man
He
Feel like a cage stallion
Man, I can't wait to gallop
All this vegetation look like I had a plate of salad
Bud so purple, man, that thing look like
in order to feed they kids
They gotta play that same shit over and
Over and over again i was raised by KRS
One, I was raised by Child Conquest
I was
bling bling'n
Either haven't heard the album or they don't know English
They only know what the single is, and singled that out
To be the meaning
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