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lights and millions of people got my name in their mouth like some fucking listerine
I mean, god damn, what a life that would be
I wanna live that, not
And I signed his petition
He thanked me for my time
I headed back inside, grabbed my beer
An' got back to the game
Thought by now that boy, he's
Ha, yeah. I know what you're all thinking
That this is some old Janet Jackson type of shit
But it ain't about that
This is the real, the street life
Mario's jealous the amount of times you've been in Peach
Democrat President ain't abiden by your bedroom laws
Neither will be you when you're pressed up
"Well Billy Joe never had a lick of sense, pass the biscuits, please"
"There's five more acres in the lower forty I've got to plow"
'N' Mama said it was
guess it's safe to say I got schizophrenic dough (damn)
Fuck bad bitches, smoke big blunts (yeah)
Who am I to tell ya different? Ya only live once
to grow, to show
The elevation of a people built is so
Jesse Jackson, Miss America a black one
No more livin for just a small fraction
I was once told by
I hit her on the low
I run this shit like Joe
I'm deep up in my bag
With these lyrics and the flow
Yea I hit her one time
I don't see the crime
I'm
dat u can't
Bought up by some ogs so im wise i can see staright through ya lies
You aint flip no bricks only time u put in work was at Popeyes
Feel
a factory
Did Mother Nature tell you
Boy you come and go as you please
That's what she said to me
But Big brother got the keys
And I got Jackson
a factory
Did Mother Nature tell you
Boy you come and go as you please
That's what she said to me
But Big brother got the keys
And I got Jackson
would describe, symbolize I've got
Skill, four times the talent around me
Desmond Howard playin' for Howard
Just tell me how can I be, stopped?
This
gets cheese in wraps
Now these rats wanna know me
Grind, did my time deserve trophies
Prize, winners' vibes they can't slow me
Them man they got no
plug from Cali it touch down on some Bo Jackson shit
You cant even compare shit I had to what I get to in
Lambo got the vents in it
Stomp you like
sellin' out your man when he
The reason you got on (I ain't trippin')
You know they say
That gangsters don't live that long
But how can I be here homes
If I
regicide, hey
Alright let's go
I got some bad thought's on my mind I swear they better go (go)
All the time I'll be alive I will get higher yo (yo)
No I can't
spot by just givin' in?
How you gon' treat this shit like you gon' get to live again?
How you gettin' hype off one hit? Do that shit again
How you got
Little by little by little by little
I'm going crazy
Little by little by little by little
I'm going crazy
In reality I'm just an average Joe
Michael Jackson
Don’t talk back i smack straight facts then yeah
No stopping
On god they be callin Verstappen
South Delhi can’t you tell by the accent
I ain't got shit to live for anyway
Yes you do
I see these niggas are hell bent on me fuckers
You got a lot to live for
Shit fuck all that
front ten more
Always yes and I barley hear no
I been about my Jacksons like the nigga Joe
There's a couple things y'all niggz need to know
Most the time
mine, whatever to make mine
Die before I beg, instead I'd face state time (uh-uh)
All the way live, yeah, just like Lakeside
Doin' dirt, puttin' in
Joe dont you stop
We got more to say
But men yɛ long
Is just one puff
Bro men yɛ long
Men yɛ long
Man at war
Yɛ guso pem kɔ
Joe dont you stop
We got
poppin'
" Just remember, last year this time
We were in a fucking cage, okay?
You remember i like to forget that
I say be happy with what you got
You be
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