Lyrics:
in search of the verse that I haven't spit yet
Will this step just be another misstep
To tarnish whatever the legacy, love or respect, I've garnered?
Blanche got run down by an avalanche?
Well, did you ever? What a swell party this is!
What daiquiris! What sherry, please! What burgundy! What pommery!
Blanche got run down by an avalanche?
Well, did you ever? What a swell party this is!
What daiquiris! What sherry, please! What burgundy! What pommery!
I'm a myth
Trust me when if somebody rip
Out of the depths of your imagination
So here's Will Smith
Black suit, the black shades
The black shoes, black
puttin' up Will Smith numbers
Surrounded by sixes and Hummers, bitches among us
Tryin' not to let this bullshit become us
It started from hunger, 'til
the first place
Meet my friend Smith he can be a little crazy
And my mans Wesson dropped on his head as a baby
Take Smith and Wesson and divide you by 80
There's a light
That never goes out
That's what the smiths were singing
But day by day
Year after year
I knew the smiths were lying
There is no light
back here
I wanna thank my mom my sister my brothers
Take out ya paper I’m teaching a lesson
Intro to smith and a Wesson
People they love me I give em
greasy
Can wet your bed but wet my bread and guarantee your life will not get easy
See I know niggas who won't even see the light of day before they
Thomas A. Dorsey / J.R. Baxter Jr.
Arrangement By Nicol Smith, Todd Smith, Allan Hall
Precious Lord, take my hand
Lead me on, help me stand
I am
Helen H. Lemmel
Arrangement By Nicol Smith, Todd Smith, Allan Hall
Turn your eyes upon Jesus
Look full in His wonderful face
And the things of Earth
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
Ms. Smith like I got the answer
I had my hand raised the whole class
You just look at me, you gonna look away
You not gonna call
Save Face, its the reason I've come
And you're likely to be
A memory, life passes you by
With each treachery
That I instill upon you
And you couldn't
can't believe Will Smith's son said that
Did he really? Yeah
I'm a pretty boy, get my nails done sippin hard cider
With long flowy hair look like Winona
Dissed JP then got hands like it's two man touch
You Slap me?
Son you know the fucking pistol is clutched
I Will Smith em', turn Chris rock into Chris tuck
Genie of every will I've been smith with and
If you want to pull your smith and Wesson
You better be pulling the trigger
Fishing for shit and
I stick
Deep down they a fucking bitch
Probably quick to snitch
It's all a act but ain't no Will Smith
My partner with the shits
He got the stick, it's a Smith
slam his ego like kim did west
No will smith's bitch slappin' bros a big mess
He'll always tell me yes yes yes yes
This is not a test
Om krim kalikaye
I had my face down
You were in my head
I was hanging by a thread
And you cut it loose
I can't keep everything inside
Cause the pain and the sadness
tell will, i made it
overlooked because the flows english dont think far
Abrofos3m, i cover with the scope, but bros blink hard
but no yawa how i say
Give me something real!
Give me hatred
Give me war
The lines are catching me, in disgust
I will ignore!
Starvation, Plagues, Blood and Pain
For
bidness
Make up yo mind ant no gummie bears
Generic like some trolli gummie worms
Barrel of this clip
Like a snickers
At the smiths
Shout out to pastor
tuned in
Three people are dead tonight, as the result of an attack by an escaped mental patient
The police have cordoned off the entire area
To repeat:
niggas break in, then niggas ain't breaking out
No proactive
Niggas getting active
These dudes all corny like Will Smith's classics
Wild Wild West like
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