Lyrics:
the evils
Show all the people, lead us to freedom
Toxic when the song spinning, gotta have a Glock in it
Lucy made the contracts plotting on yo block with it
This the start of something new
That lil boy mama moved from the east to the south finally grew
And it’s fuck everybody like porn stars in a room
I ask em what gives
I spent my new year dappin up Freddie Gibbs
Tupac is dead but I am still here, so going by me I guess hip-hop will live
Pulled up
and that was the best Christmas I ever had as a kid
I would stay up late nights with friends
I'd never really meet building structures and playing survival
Pure Cocaine
Pure Cocaine
Pure Cocaine
Brand new glock connected to me like bluetooth
Without you by my side I feel I got no signal
Ouuuuuu
I can't
Cause to me you're still a new kid on the block
Get off my jock, Get off my diznok
Before you get dropped for the beatdown
[Verse 3]
Yeah, this is
get god
You know the Kid Capri shit everybody is on
The N.O.R. hit the mic just like I perform, I be hyped up
New Balance kicks and hyped up
Why you
&move so tactic
B-b-boom, soon as I step in the room my presence get felt like a blind kid on Christmas
Without no contact they see that I’m gifted,
(Baby, you know, you know, you know I need your love)
You cannot find no one better than this
Try to do right by you, but we can't mix, I tried
your rhetoric
Now I rap with a vision that present tense
Christmas bars unpresentented
And your very scary like presidents
Last song blows like
Chestnuts roasting on an open fire,
Jack Frost nipping at your nose,
Yuletide songs being sung by a choir,
And folks dressed up like Eskimos.
Chestnuts roasting on an open fire,
Jack Frost nipping at your nose,
Yuletide songs being sung by a choir,
And folks dressed up like Eskimos.
You can hear me comin' from like six blocks
Bitch, please put your mask on
We ain't got time for this shit talk
Ayy, every time I talk they get pissed
gone
Janos and John got ugly ass moms
But I'll still fuck Em both by the end of the song
They both got experience I won't last long
Let the whole block
Dre, he a Compton-Compton O.G
Nas, he a QB-QB true G
Do the history
Way before The Firm, like back in the day
Nas was the first New York nigga
Dre, he a Compton-Compton O.G
Nas, he a QB-QB true G
Do the history
Way before The Firm, like back in the day
Nas was the first New York nigga
This isn't your average song
This isn't your average song
Your average song is three minutes long with a consistently smooth groove
a catchy tune
chocolatey whip-toppin'
So whether you're hip-hop, Slipknot, B.I.G., Pac
Kid Rock, Kris Kross, Rick Ross, you'll dig this
If not then kick rocks in flip flops
diamonds boy
Nigga it's a pretty day, and it's flossin season
Added six tires to my new machinery
Double R like to ball like it's no tomorrow
Pretty broads
So I don't condone in that, peace is where my focus at
Long as it don't affect my kids then I ain't gone react
I'm working every chance I get so I can
to fly
So I'm offering this simple phrase
To kids from one to ninety-two
Although' it's been said many times, many ways
"Merry Christmas to you"
Love
make it look easy they break a leg
And I'm eggin' 'em on
Like break a leg and sing 'em a song
I'm John Legend, the new John Lennon
I'm rhyme legend
Some
4-0-33
(Earl Montgomery)
« © '66 Combine Music »
Well the two new people that's moved to the middle of the block
And we're at the top of the town
Check out the avenue New York New York the Rotten Apple
We grapple in the streets to stack loot and slip the shackles
I'm currently servin'
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