Lyrics:
and I know it can
Like starin' down a barrel of that nine but I hope it jams (grr, baow)
Why do niggas hate me? I can't find an answer (uh)
They remind
mask it
Mixing down emotions, struggle I hadn't mastered
I choreograph seven steps to heaven
And hell, waiting to exhale and make the bread leavened
on the outskirts
And down on the tuck in the cut
In Clemente Apartments man
I`m a baller so you know I ain`t got shit in my name
I`m strictly ghetto celebrity,
that I`m a hog
I put it down, I`m from the hood
Where I live, on the outskirts
And down on the tuck in the cut
In Clemente Apartments man
I`m
carried by six then show sympathy
Man these niggas get blinded by jealousy
Cause they see that I'm up and they can't bring me down so they try they best
doing?)
(I'm good, I'm good, man, now for everybody that's listening man, let everybody know who Joss is)
(Alright, so, Joss is basically a guy that likes
every now and then, huh, I want to go back
Back in the days
I want to go back in the days (4X)
I want to go back (2X)
Spring eighty-seven, down with
with my goonies
Y'all niggas can't fool me
I'm running with cruelty
Stop
Slow it down
Y'all niggas is over now
How you gon compete with me when I son you
a one-eighty-seven (one eighty-seven)
With a MAC-10, reactin' like you really want to know what's happenin'
Down with buckin' why'all with me strap and best a be
my guys dem bring out the mac
I promise you you won't get it with fries
The return of the Mac tho
Black goat
Man can't tell me bout bankrolls
I'm
Known to be sketchy in my recent past
Foot on the pedal, red lights flash
Been caught by the black and white seven times
I keep it quiet, keep it
more flames 0-2 to fire
So I keep that iron
Cause they might fold like a bag of bones
And find themselves down in the catacombs
That XX how I'm finding
down my vic
I got too many ops I don't know who to pick
Tie his ass up he try hop in the mix
Young trap nigga they know I don't miss
Fuck it I'm riding
with y'all I'm good
But I, I could be better
Just last week lil man got set up
Now I don't fuck with nobody my head stays down cause I want my bread up
And what I do because I'm in demand,
Because I look good.
Do you hear, my man?
And if you can't take that, you chump your old hand.
One girl at a time
Getting blazed Erryday like a Rasta
Aye Hey
We getting high high
My Nigga more Fiah Yeah Man
We getting high in other word's
We getting by blunt after blunt
off the hidden vine
Sand hills like sandstone of a stone mason from a distant land
Ema pop and ahki out top riding down out by the Kingstree
Cried
the ground
These boys are like crack, they go round and round
Can't even buy me a man by the pound
Song for my people, we hunted like deer
God need some help
I'm awake I'm alive I'm feeling free
Seeing Bailey gear all over TV
Keep it fresh keep it clean
Time to shoot a new scene
As I enter the room it's
And make a little love
And kiss her body
And appreciate the tingly bud
And to keep it real man
My freak Angelique
Just turned twenty
But when she was six
get
Sponsored like world tours
Keep two million in full storages
Ooh! We think bigger, we notorious
Knew the candy lady, became the candy man
757, we
of eligible young people
Standing amongst the crowd of adolescents
Struck by the nauseating mix
Of perfume and aftershave i look around
Still half expecting
of online clout
Perfect people don't become perfect by putting other people down
Take a look
I made do with the hand I drew
Still blows my mind how much I've
out
The whole country by Khaled to rap on BET
Guess he saw me as the best man
619 to 858 to 760 I'm reppin'
San Diego to all you foreign
Daygo's what we
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