Lyrics:
clutch
Cause I got Jordan touch
I'm more than tough
Still I might retire
Like I'm Andrew luck
The golden child
Shooting from the line
That boy he known
(Four Quarters)
(Man my boy Joc been doing this music shit for a minute
Boy keeping the foot on the pedal
He ain't stopping no time soon man, don't
Other niggas hate that
Next one only 8 tracks
Niggas know I ate tracks
They fake black
I used to rock evisu with a bape hat, boy talk about a take back
fitted
I make a boy dissapear
Try me and try getting near
I'm so rich I'm a lear
Heartbreaker I make you tear
My eyes are not filled with fear
Adjusting
on building
Them boys just won't let go
Her house big like '90s clothes
Shit got an echo, echo
And I'm spacey, Kevin
Are we racing to heaven?
And I'm crazy,
see him sometimes
It's breaking my spirit
Single father, I hate when I hear it
I used to challenge my parents on every album
Now I'm embarrassed
a legend?
I just got ten number one albums, maybe now eleven
More hits than a "Now! Eleven"
That is no reason to treat me like I'm somehow from outta
strip only get a grand a day
N' there ten of y'all on it
Pretending y'all doing it
You don't get stacks boy, you a pack boy
Be on the corner for a hundred
strip only get a grand a day
N' there ten of y'all on it
Pretending y'all doing it
You don't get stacks boy, you a pack boy
Be on the corner for a hundred
(Fuck all you hoes! Get a grip, motherfucker!)
Yeah, this album is dedicated
To all the teachers that told me I'd never amount to nothin'
To all
the finest ganja got my body feeling lazy
Like I'm chilling on the beach they knew tha boy was always wavey, I say
Baby close tha door, cut the lights, lay
It's not usual, the game be, all up on some South shit
Straight west coasting, you can tell by my outfit
Red 'nati fitted, "Blood in, Blood out"
Wait two secs, let me spark this zoot
My niggas, they don't talk, they shoot
Roll up slow, then I park that coupe
And the game got fucked by
feather (boy)
Don't grow and get killed, by that lil' boy in the kilt
Yeah I just bought a vest and upgraded my wheel, yeah
That's how I feel, for real,
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
Some dreams are always out of reach
As juicy as a peach
That's hanging just too high in a tree
But the boy's in love
Like a hero flies
He can see her
love
Took a beach trip I didn't even tan
Damn I wish I did heard bitches love them
What about a white boy who can speak Spanish
Hola guapa
No queria
cleaned up around 'em
And I grabbed the box of my mixtape albums
Walked out the door, got a car in reach
And drove downtown to Broadway at the Beach
Man,
And ask me if I want to 'go for a drive' (go for a drive?)
That's why I'm riding on the Cherry Beach Express
My ribs are broken and my face is in a mess
You and your boys are back full of pricks, if we come to your party,
You know we're gonna leave with all of the chicks
If you're a duku man, you've
Cuz I'm cool with it, about to go with
On the move with a Good To Go!, ya
Off on there, on by the side
Chill'n with your girlfriend she about
like some gold from the 49ers
Drove like hell out of school it was Friday
Bikini girls on the beach they catchin Sunrays
Light em up and let 'em stack up
We got these boys led by the hands
We know these lives we live are grand
We'll take our time and we'll meet you
We'll meet you there we'll meet
Hey this is Catty I'm rappin in up
When I step in the crowd people are clappin in up
I started rapping when I was Nineteen enough
Old school Hip Hop
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