Lyrics:
Well I ain't shaking off shit but the dirt
That I accumulated by digging down doing work
I love you mama thank you for trying to keep me in church
But
week my girl was stressin' me
Now her best friend be undressing me
Well I was loving her by the moon ray
Now I'm tricking on her like Kinte' (c'mon)
wasn't there
And the bankers came and took my land and told me "fair is fair"
I looked for every kind of job, the answer always no
"Hire you now?" they'd
Now we painting a new story, prep the brain and inventory
Sing my pain into the canvas, call me Bob Ross
Rosetta Stone, need a translator
Cause I'm
the music think I'd end up insane
For the past year man, i ain't been the same
So let me tell you a little story about
Little kid Evan
Used to go around my
ride out like the Lone Ranger, and Tonto
Ha-Ha
what's up Big Bob?
Big Swole
Jimmy, huh
Dj Daryl
Beats By The Pound nigga
'Maine
Big Mo
All my
vulnerable and cautious, I'm reading Baldwin
Ta-Nehisi got me thinking, now I'm going all in
I don't know if God was real no mo'
Every day we gettin'
and He grew on me and now I'm locked in position on a real life mission with'em hit the blocks wit'em straight get too fishin wit'em I'm talking overtime
to come up mathematically
I did it for the city but now everybody mad at me
Motherfuck em all they sweat from my balls
If I drop another album I did that
boo
No boo she said not that "late" and
She'll be home by 8
Told her it ain't funny when
She fucks with me
I ain't having kids because
That shit ain't
Pull up to his face with a glock 9 hear the shots fired but you neva left my side
I was young momma tellin me that id die
Why would I lie there were
get up on this mic and let em hear it
They be calling me the ticket, shit be bringing up my spirits
Cus I know they see potential, and they see that
grip behind my green trap kit
Never ever ever smoking crack
Never ever ever fucking wack
I eat the fuckin' pineapple now & laters
Listen to me now
blow by, I'm getting you high
Bob Nesta said it best everything will be all right
Me see you run, run, run but you could not hide
I know I'm crazy
First of all, I would like to start by saying
I'm the motherfucking man, just thought I'd let you niggas know, hear me?
If the shit hit the fan
don’t you need me, to be the key, to be free
Clap your hands like this
Bob your head like this
Bob your head like this
Turn to be freaky, wife of Adam,
on the move
Over to you Bob
Over to you
Uh Bob?
Oh shit
Yeah, uh
Gunshots apparently heard, have all of the parents concerned
Such a tragedy that this
and heal myself and everyone I reach
Ya feel me dem?
That’s the mouth of the day
Mouth
M.O.U.T.H.
Message of Uplift to Heal
Mouth
I’m Quindell Evans
on me
Aye and I just keep the bandz on me god damn
B.O.B. this a lifestyle we ain't playing fair
Nelo G steady throwing bandz in fuckin air
Aye aye and I
and over here I
Have Mr malcolm Evans who
Through thick and thin
Would surely like to say a word
Of greeting at this festive occasion
Merry Christmas,
haunted haunted haunted haunted
Walls speak, the floorboards creak, I think the house is haunted yeah
All my windows rolled down, rain's got me soaked now
a hit me dead on my heart
And made the eye water start
But you was strong, can ya hear me Huggy?
Keep your mind crystal clear when your
And that's the thing, Bob pulls the strings
So now you know it when you hear me sing
Howdy Doody, Howdy Doody
Howdy Doody in the Woodshed
going to kill you
Slowly I turn, step by step, through the back window I crept
Silent as a mouse on the set while everybody in the house slept
I
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