Lyrics:
fact that's how a lot of successful people begin
People doubted the greatest he came away with the win
Ali said I told you so after beating George
sauce (And you always get some sauce)
The soft more while I don’t bother
My black skin is covered by a Taurus
I'm the grim reaper on these rappers I
I drink Moet not Beck's beer
I stay dressed in slick gear
Peace to my homies in the gangsta lean
I see you when I get there
And it's a fact I keep
a pistol
Send my lil' shooter to get you
Cojack he smooth as a whistle
Glock9ine he got extensions (Six)
I fell in love with the trenches
I fell in love with
with two weeks pay
And I'd probably blow it on beer anyway
Hey wait 'til you hear him sing like George Jones
He stopped loving her today
They
deliver fool
No who the fuck are you
I'm Kid motherfuckin' Rock from the old school
Got more money than Matchbox twenty
Get more ass than Mark McGrath
deliver fool
No who the fuck are you
I'm Kid motherfuckin' Rock from the old school
Got more money than Matchbox twenty
Get more ass than Mark McGrath
Colli park
Who
Mike Jones
Who
Mike Jones
Smurf
You did the fool with this one baby
I got hurricane chris (say girl, say girl)
And right now
you
And you end up calling my bluff
I always act like we're something
But to you girl I'm never enough
Never enough
Till you mix the 42 with the Troñ
It
’m still runnin but my circle different
Seeing you a swingman now
Just wish you’r stayed authentic
Im feelin cheated cheated out and I don’t think you get
don't worry about it
Everything else you played sounded amazing"
So anyhow, I came home and I turned on the news
Angry as I always get when these
That day, I notice he's posted it
On his Instagram, with the caption
"They getting married on
A hill in Malibu" By the next morning, for
Whatever reason,
You were always there to get my head right
Fresh cup of water by my bedside
You were always there get my head right
Waking up early in the morning
with this shit
On the grind tryin' to slang that muthafuckin' shit
Servin' the fiends the ice cream
You mean that crack
[king george]
Bullets can't man
to get down
Sound of the funky drummer
Music hitting' the heart 'cause I know you got soul
Brothers and sisters
The Information Age
Got 'em seein'
on the things we learn and sharing information
Always better when we stick together, came up through the grit together
If I'm ever acting up, you'd tell me get
Sunday afternoon church potluck
George Jones blaring from my grandpa's truck
Granny's fried chicken and her sweet tea
Now that's a bittersweet memory
the time that we spent
But I can give some to the bartender
Well I need to go home but if I go through that door
I'll probably end up with you by the morning
got suspended?
Mother fucker got jumped and defended
I lost my ID, find me, grind me, time me,
Let the whole fuckin' school watch as you fry me
We get
hindered like I'm Forrest Gump
Bu-dump, for your trunk
Get you hooked like crack hooked Humpty Hump
I catch the *real* with more sick humor than Benny
real life
Aint no pressure falling back
Chasing you dont sound right
I want never press the issue
I get fine with time
He aint locked up
But yo nigga
of money
I go and get it and I let her count it for me
I touch her good and she always ride it for me
Temporary forever, levitate with a-
I can teach
I go and get it and I let her count it for me
I fuck her good and she always ride it for me
Temporary forever, levitate with a nigga
I can teach
me down
I get back up
King Canadian nephilim
Adhere to the evacuation
Sinister placation
They want to send you back to your native nation
They don't
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