Lyrics:
selling drops
I be back up on that old shit
Masks and gloves on like
I'm tryna dodge COVID
I'm making coats fresh like aerobics
Over the stove with
Then we breezing the law
Blowing that weed from my jaw
G's up hoe's down
East Side to by dog
(East Side)
All the time man
Thanks for even asking
outside the door
Come hear a tale of Halloween
And one October not long past
Jim Nightshade and Will Halloway
Would never be quite so young anymore
Fury,
the oldest
And strongest emotion known to man
Something deeply inscribed in our
Nervous system and subconscious
Over time, however
Something strange began
Same ol' frustration when they saw
The times were not a-changin'
Jim warmed up to the cold hard truth
Jim plays piano, a simple weekend warrior
threat
By a nervous terrorist who's so scared that his palms wet
One, two, three, four
The stuff legends are made of, urban folklore
Like Jim Morrison we
to hotbox with god
Rah digga, first lady of the flipmode squad
Gotta be hard like a young nigga walkin the yard
For the first time, we ain't the niggaz you
wrist man it ain’t telling no time
I’m feeling Like Mike, tryna double the 3peat
When blow up and the kids wanna be me
Balling so hard I make this shit
why you be so clean
Fuck do you mean it’s all in my genes
The freshest thing every time on the scene
And got the Glock 45 wit the beam
Don’t like police
2021 Rap Up
Talk to 'em, Tommy
You know every year, at the top of the year, it's my time
Y'all be waitin' for me to talk reckless
Respectfully,
light a candle show you you can handle
Anything that takes your breath away
So don't you be nervous
We are still in service
By your head, it might be time
They all you got when Mufasa dies
It's hard to be all Hakuna Matata
When you don't have him
Cause that makes the Matatas seem like they got Hakuna end
time and try to reminisce
And all you get is little flashes, a piece of the past
And as each year pass you start to realize that the only thing that last
And trap by, Night
Eight to, Five That's my work, Life
Shout out, Jim Jones We all about, That vamp life
But thank God, That curfew's Over I could, Trap
of shavin coke is goin down the tubes (that's a wrap)
That's why I'm downin booze, I stay surround by dudes
That chew down my food, bon appetit - chow time
With military MC's hard nock Bruce Lee
Hanging at the stadium just talking and swearing
Punk walk by laughing at what I was wearing
Prince born walking
that boy trooping hard, couping cars
Snoop be hard in the paint
Drink another cup until I fall flat
All lead and then some
1-5-1, done dilly
Really for
rhyme you took me back in time
Back to the first love I ever knew
Giving it over, giving it over
Got my broken heart healed and removed from its cast
tip
That's what I get for trying to be a lover
But never judge a book, by the damm cover
I'm not dissing, and I don't like fishing
But next time, I want
would’ve grabbed
My baby mother by the neck, told her
Sit her ass down, read a book
And be glad that you fucking know me
Oh yeah, and y’all niggas lying
that they ever showed
On Nick at night
And denace -N- spencer would be like one less
Than a few older women, when I get them two
Men to pause and by
just my mama and me
And though I know it may be
Hard to be mama and me
But we've got time time time
With my mom by my side
I know I'll always survive
Well, I reckon now’s a good time
To tell you ‘bout a good man
Who tried to help the world
Finally understand –
That it’s so wrong to judge another
By
girl, you can ask her what the dick be like
At monster madness doing drive by's on a fucking fixie bike
Fuck it moron, snorting Oxycontin, wearing
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