Lyrics:
kids a mortgage and a broke down truck
But we'd get by with a little luck
In the morning before we'd say goodbye
I'd watch the sun rising in her eyes
rapping in Jersey
Never get elegant in elementary never learned to write in cursive
Raised by the country B-Boys, I'm elegantly perfect
Rack it in, pack
gotta realize, the boys on the east side
You call em S-A's, I call em allies
Because the day that we all unite
Watch the pigs get real polite
Punk
penicillin
No Alabama, I ain't got no children
Shooting up racist pigs like Woodrow Wilson
Got your eyes in the vision, grip those thighs push the friction
Eat
gang (where?)
East side, they know me by name
Fuck with me, get laid to rest
While I get your bitch and your mama laid (Ah, fuck)
But for real, I don't
off a nerve
Y'all be surprised by the way I observe
Y'all don't believe that I hop in some German engineering
Put it in sport and then swerve
Y'all
the friendly ghost, with an emphasis on friend.
You would think I get roasted by the way I get ghosted and
you're right so I cry in the end.
So when you hear me
by the hair on my chinny chin chin
I'm gonna find a way to get in
I'm gonna keep hangin' around
Till I huff and puff and blow your little house down
I need you gone by dawn
You can take the golf cart and stay off my lawn
80 Archers wide, on my yard you gon get lost
Imma hit her where it hurts in
nobody gonna get us ohh (nobody gonna get us oh)
We can keep it on us fuck until it's honest
By then we can show it all ohh (oo-ohh)
Call me we can do em
Well, you can tell everybody
Down in ol' Frisco
Tell 'em Tiny Montgomery says hello.
Now, every boy and girl's
Gonna get their bang
'Cause
Well, you can tell everybody
Down in ol' Frisco
Tell 'em Tiny Montgomery says hello
Now, every boy and girl's
Gonna get their bang
'Cause Tiny
in a cart imma click with no mask
Hop out the cart ap in the back
Hol on
roll back in this bitch
They done got me pissed off
Hop out the whip
Im wrong
flares, sirens glare
I'm in an iron chair with people who care
Don't get the lion share
When I don't give a fuck, then I ain't fair
I'm on a higher tier
Cruisin' down the street in my '64
Jockin' the freaks, clockin' the dough
Went to the park to get the scoop
Knuckleheads out there cold-shootin'
the state hates on me
I’m tryna get on
Pull up front with my team
(I’m runnin’)
Towards the hills
While guided by trees
While these racist individuals
her dm but she mine by default
Yo' plan failed and it ain’t nobody fault
Bored in the house and im bored as some chalk
Hate pigs but im crashing on some
Couldn't get in the show We had nowhere to go Hangin' out in the street We were just out havin' fun In the Miami heat We were just kickin' the shit
get a pen and pad, nine lyrics gon' fly
I'ma make the track cry, praising God in the sky
When nine preachers preaching nine sermons, telling nine lies
me, plus I buy my pipes from Moe 'nem
Pigs at my granny door, don't ask me shit, don't know them
I be off the Percs on foe'nem, you get on shirts,
Forcemajr yeah still learning
New to the game but the head speed turning
Live by the code that's trapping and burning
Got no time for the pigs
Rolling loud for my niggas in the pen
Told my squad to stay down we gon do it big mmhm
Did it by myself I don't need a bitch mmhmm
Stangin by myself
check it
40 to a pig's head, get in the crib
Hit the lamp post, and took a 40 yard piss
So sit twice, that's good
Can't keep my cock out, turn the boogie
wanna do both in the whip
Telling her no, she's asking me why
I don't wanna get stopped by the pigs
But she's Sweet like cake
P for pounds jay z and drake
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