Lyrics:
Lebron James shit
Same shit no different day
Swagger blow ya bitch away
I been getting money like my block
Doing a brick a day
I know niggas dead broke
But
it
I know you heard of that!
I'm the Young Texas A-Rod, KG of the game
LeBron James, you niggaz must not know my name
I'm Slim Thugger
givin pussy like it's free
My GS3 gleams perfectly
Lil Cae's get flour like the stems
Land's and Lexus' flexed with the M-A-F-I-A
Blunts make my day
the line between morality/inhumanity's getting drawn
T-shirts is stained with yesterdays drama
Blood intertwined with the cotton, call the fashion blunt
Sitting under these leafy bows
Hearing the trees, in the breeze, is a beautiful sound
Sitting under this cotton wood tree
Remembering days gone by
on like a real nigga
And they all still with us
Seen too many trill niggas fall to
Let you bitch niggas beat me
'Fore I take a loss they
Gon' have to RIP me
aiming a glock
And man I used to get fucked by life until she came on my cock and balls
Now I'm a flame in your cotton balls until the day that I got no
and look where we at
the bottom, simple as that
I'm bringing it back to the fore-front
like Luke in the 2 Live Crew days
he's the one that's got these mami's
The trees an stars an big Ol' blue moon gittin'clearer
My Body start ta Tremble every time ya inch nearer
The Whole World lights up when you walk by 'em
would work the whole day picking or chopping cotton, and if the moon was full they would work us late in to the night by the light of that fat delta moon.
Cat Diesel Power cap pulled down low
Makin that bacon, row by row
Can't get them muscles at the YMCA
It's from choppin' cotton, cuttin' corn
going to no club
They freed Lil James know that's my man he'll do you off the love
And he ain't shooting it out no whip that nigga walking up
My mind
Majin Buu
Off of the 30 ouu
Do what I gotta do
Run up I'll silence you
Prada suit on me I feel like I'm James Bond
Lotta blues on me I got me a name now
Tell me how I misplaced faith and I got swept away
Mama keep on telling me to pray to see better days
Staying close to my roots so I'm stuck in my ways
and look where we at
the bottom, simple as that
I'm bringing it back to the fore-front
like Luke in the 2 Live Crew days
he's the one that's got these mami's
funny
Is it any reason why y'all starvin'
I smell bull and by smelling force
Do I really need to beg your pardon?
My jersey say James I don't play
And succeeded
Pretty sure they told me try rhyming
Handing me Orion's belt to show a note by its bindings.
'Preciate yall
Peace James
Never preach to HR
probably be locked up
Cause your mind's stuck
And I'm gone
Off my ways with longer days
Gettin' your mind to race.
My homage paid
Between the lines there's
and if they don't know the name
From the wild wild West, slugging em like Jesse James
Dog better get the fuck back, 'fore I fuck around and leave a nigga
I gotta get it by any means
I gotta get it by any means
Cook in the kitchen I serve the fiends
Pay what you owe it ain't nothing free
I gotta get
lettin' off much steam
In the Carhartt flannel and the dusty jeans, baby
I never was cool with James Dean, but I be hangin' tough
With my man Jim Beam
I
like a train I roll hard lettin' off much steam
In the cut-off flanel and the dusty jeans, baby
I never was cool with James Dean, but I be hangin'
reach the testicles
and effect em, by animal means, I'm in your spectrum
As I walk through the garden of orange tomatoes, I see
Blue flowers
Blue
time to tell you I love you
Let you know that you're loved
And were loved by your father and sons
That's on King James, King Edward, and King Young
I'm
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