Lyrics:
really made y'all mad
But I guess this is what I gotta do to make y'all rap
I mean woah, can't fool the city, man, they know what's up
Second floor
price
That's my dawg Spike Lee of the hood, who? D-nice, yeah, yeah, D-nice, yeah, yeah, D-nice
I'ma fuck him up with this one, pop me a pill I'm jigging,
mad
But I guess this is what I gotta do to make y'all rap, I mean, whoa
Can't fool the city, man, they know what's up
Second floor at Tootsies,
plump up she can't even leak
It ain't no betta place to chill out and detox
They call it pussy mane, I'm talkin? the box (that box)
ain't nothing betta
eye
I pray
That we wake up the Pharaohs
Too sound files of Laurence Fishbourne and Samuel L Jackson
In a spike Lee Joint telling us all to wake up
I hope it leave my ass wheezin'
I keep searching but I can't find the meaning
House by the ocean, we could let the breeze in
So what if it's an Airbnb
I can't worry bout yo problems
You want a real nigga you know just where to find em
Plug dropped that work that shit gone by the nightfall
Move on my
on food I'm in the mood for a stick-up,
To pick up lil' somethin' on a get up
You hit up, blessed by the way I protest,
Your world, gettin' it all of my
hit up the beach with my shades on
I'm feeling so good like there's nothing wrong I dive in the water and I feel so free
I'm living my element can't
please give it up so I can live it up
Just like the rich but I still eat grits
I don't know karate
But I can still beat the dog shit out of Nazis
You
and throw the candy (W)rapper
Up into the trash can
And I know EM Stans can not stand me but
I do not give a damn because the only Stan me fucks wit
Can only
I spent Monday on Strawberry Hill
Till I fell and I landed on your windowsill
I hung there by a golden fine web
I had woven from a hair of your head
Stop the whole shit just to big up my newness
(Now by all means) I do a show in New Orleans
And get wit Bout It Bout It Mystikal (Starang we been
Brilliant
When I shake a spear of lead across the paper I'm like William
Turning idols my rivals but right now I need millions
Of them dollars
in abandoned homes
We hustling for Sarah lee
Sometimes we ain't eat at all
Thank God that I'm still alive
A blessing after the storm
From stuck in them
hear about
Wordsworth and Coleridge, baby?
Did you ever hear about Wordsworth and Coleridge?
They were smokin' up in Kendal
By the lakeside
Can you
ask bout my mileage
Let's have a moment of silence
I can't do shit but be honest
I was a hoe but I like my girls modest
That was before I had you by my
Pick up that phone babe you know that I got money comin
And watch that tone cause you know I'm sippin muddy water
Ring Ring Ring baby can't you hear
Yeah For sure we going up
Dirty money clean it up
Got this shit from out the mud
I'm gon keep on going up
Babe you give me brain
I don't got no time
on food I'm in the mood for a stick-up,
To pick up lil' somethin' on a get up
You hit up, blessed by the way I protest,
Your world, gettin' it all of my
trynna give me a kiss
Bitch you know what I want I call you past six
You fucked me up so find things I can't fix
No vacay ain't got no luggage so I won't
to the ground and I couldn't get up
cfter drinking a pint of the Johnny Jump Up
Now I went up the Lee road a friend to see
They call it the Madhouse in Cork by
Stop the whole shit just to big up my newness
(Now by all means) I do a show in New Orleans
And get wit Bout It Bout It Mystikal (Starang we been
a star
Remember that chick who used to play for the Galaxy
Mad that I passed and I'm married all happily
She even give me fake smiles
Dap up here dude,
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