Lyrics:
and they missed, bitch
Ain't had no luck
We gon' get back in the Corolla
556 hit a Tahoe, flip it over
He think it's a brick but I hit it with soda
Drywall
and I ain't never coming down
Bitch, you ain't no Barbie, I see you work at Arby's
Number 2, super-sized, hurry up I'm starving
Gnarly, radical,
to my business nigga
I need seven figures nigga
Im 24 still masturbating
All these girls choosy in this current generation and I'm just patiently waiting
back
Cant handle this cat
So i ride it til it splat
Aahhhh
Got me lookin good
Yes i wish a bitch would
Try to play me
Must be crazy
Never lazy
Ima
school out
First of all, for the record, Scarface jail cats
Cultured by stretch it but name it, rather socialize
Eyes never lies, these guys tell me
the messenger
Bitch niggaz talk behind ya back like a catcher
Either M-Y-O-B or B-Y-O stretcher
In that order, man, woman ,son, daughter
The beat sound like
thought to himself, can he possibly survive?
Then out of nowhere a stream of energy struck
As he boosted, joined energy wit the Sun
The Seven is shining,
by
24/7 I been working overtime
Ain't got that much to show for it
Still had to sell my soul for it
Just to get by
Fuck Covid, we soldiers this year
straps on me, Glock, Urkel (bah, bah)
Yeah, what the fuck you mean, huh? (Fuck you mean?)
Bitch, this the P-R-E, 1-0-1-7, dream team, yeah (bitch
formative years by my peers I was influenced
Until the instruments of time killed the congruence
I peeped the blue prints on how to make true sense
Of MC's
Hey yo, what up man, how you doing, bro!
Yeah- I'm good man I need to delete this bitch… yeah
She getting my nerves… yeah
I will just telling what
I've been waterbending like Lapras
The coolest cat to reinvent the rap shit, bitch
I make it happen
Quick like the Flash, then Barry Allen
And I bury
All these cougars all around me
I'm surrounded by some cats
She look like a loli but, she's really forty that's a fact
Feelin like an MC when I'm pullin
to the, T-S an'
Y'all niggaz in the mix, keep guessin'
The world traveler in the flesh without question
Last seven years on tour without restin'
Yo
five-year-old's newborn toys
Don't know shit about Chicago, but I could still make Illa Noyz
Like Robin Leech I display stylish ways
That's rough like my face
(Ten nine eight seven six five four three two one)
[Juvenile]
Welcome to tha section where it's hotter than a bitch
Niggas
something to eat
Talking all that shit, still I'ma do what I do
I'ma do me, you keep doing you
I never went to school, always hated that bitch
I can't fuck
Thirty-three years go by
And not once do you come home
To find a man sitting in your bedroom
That is
A man you don't know
Who came a long way
to rapping
Yeah but legends ain't forgotten, now the rap game garbage
Damn near 7 years since the feds hit your apartment
All these new artists only make it
funny where you get this p from
Tryna make a pack flip kuba makes the cats trip
Grind never stops come and link me by the masjid
I can tell you bout
by Maurice Starr and Larry Wu
I think I-L-be , fifteen years of are & be transmitted outside Dudley
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Aks
by Maurice Starr and Larry Wu
I think I-L-be , fifteen years of are & be transmitted outside Dudley
Plus the Bumrush specially celebrities
Aks
by Maurice Starr and Larry Wu
I think I-L-be , fifteen years of are & be transmitted outside Dudley
Plus the Bumrush specially celebrities
Aks
Days ahead, brand new year
Yeah!
Days ahead, brand new year
Time to put this bitch in gear
Manifest and levitate
Take off and accelerate
Days ahead,
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