Lyrics:
face
The Truth is what I say
But they say, "Boy, you better watch what you say"
Show me how to work this Faith
'Cuz I wanna hear, "Well done" on that day
(Man, BeatKing)
Slumafia
Gangsta Boo
Catfish Billy, Yeah!
I am still that motherfucker
Ain't nothing new to this
Been that country cousin way
crew
Ooh, blood ooze will fill up ya whole food
Dude usin' more tools them Tim from Home Improve'
Then I play it cool, smooth as James Brown shoes
I got the pack of Rough Riders in the back of the Pathfinder
You know the epilogue by James Todd Smith
I get swift with the lyrical gift
Hit you
to the debating
Best from Arkansas
When I'm in California push the red key
And I smoke the Za
This Kuzco in my pocket hella loud
You smell me from afar
Madden 33 is
They said that boy ain't right
Somewhere down the road he took a left
Feel like James harden
Might just hit em' with a euro step
And I put in work
living in the left lane
Passing y'all by
Sun roof rolling back, speakers up high
I be living in the left lane
Closing my eyes, watch the world from
Hey none of this seems sane
It's catching a weird light in a specific freeze frame
From a distorted perspective
The other day i was telling my
they just don't know
I ain't left the house in days and days
All I do is write about this pain
Stuck in my head I contemplate
Got stabbed in the back
the fool
To let this manufacture use my body for a tool.
I can ride home in the evening,
Staring at my hands
Swearing by my sorrow that a young girl
me not in 'Lo it's a problem
'Less it's a Champion suit, then I'm trappin'
(?) got all this 'Lo all from rappin'?
Used to have a nigga that was down
who knows when
I will be by your place
or ride in the Autumn leaves
around St. James
or pick up where we left off
Our dreams we'll follow them
We'll
bandanas and AK's shootin'
Still remember the first day
The twins met LaBoucie
(Boucie)
I had a [?] that my bitch bought from James Bond movie
(I'm
Balenciaga's, Monclers
You kinda frail n broken up
cnd hoping u can sober up
cwoken started dosing up
cnd choking from this cobra clutch
Load da pound, hold
James when I'm shooting my shot
Copy and paste bitch I'm moving the plot
Like, shooting like Dame
Straight from the logo I'm putting in pain
Not talking
Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by
Fire!
Riding in a cab but I'm dreaming of a slab
Cooking ounces at a time, pussy nigga do the math
Ten ice chains, Prince like James
The day I
Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry
And them good ol' boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
Singin', "This'll be the day
my take the shot like a Alcoholic
Bitch I'm back too balling
I do it like James Harden
And all jokes been aside like Chris Farley
You my A1 my Day 1
My
it's more so fuck it I just do this
Waking up right at 4:30 AM
They wanna slay him but can't do it
I can see this shit happen from a far
That's why I'm
Of how I die
That stay this way
To be this way
From day to day
You snakes is fake
You tell these tales
You hear'em till I go my way
They hear the wave
James Madison wrote twenty-nine
Hamilton wrote the other fifty-one
How do you write like you're running out of time?
Write day and night like you're
And This 'Ol Harley's Shakin, Like A Willow In The Wind
I've Been Up And Down The Coast, Runnin' From Loves Ghost
It's The Good Memories That Hurt The Most
smoking D
Every rap I ever made was about this town
I made seven whole albums with no James Brown
And even though I love his music, I just can't stand
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