Lyrics:
a month for a little mischief
Sneaking biscuits for a little hit of bliss
Way before I ever hit the sess
I'd been passed east to west from family to family
a biscuit
I'm different, rippin' shit
Microphone grippin' it
Gettin' these Benjamins
New car, whippin' it, uh
I'm so far ahead of y'all
Man, I'm on top
a biscuit
I'm different, rippin' shit
Microphone grippin' it
Gettin' these Benjamins
New car, whippin' it, uh
I'm so far ahead of y'all
Man, I'm on top
jeans on but I'm still ready to fight
Warrior
Earnin my survival stripes
I feed of pain gettin stronger by the night
Pop a thizzz now I'm headed
on Speakerphone
OK the war man up, I'm warming up
Shaped and built by the Carpenter
Wake to drill by the sergeant but guess they ain't Army smart enough
This walk
melee, fuck a gun, fuck a shooter
Bitch 16 by 9, we gon' boot you like computer
I'm swerving UFO, futuristic tech scooter
Heard them talkin down, store
Man I don’t worship no pagans
So they all think that I’m taken
Kidnapped by mankind
And Victim to these worldly temptations
Man I don’t worship no
numb
Spun around and shot one, heard shots and dropped son
Caught a hot one, somebody take this biscuit 'fore the cops come
Then they came asking me
this for them niggas pickin on you
I got the bag is you gone move it if I dish it on you
But just don't run off cause brodie quick to up the biscuit
pick me up when I'm down,
Yeah, yeah,
The rodeo clowns
Yeah, yeah, yeah, they pick me up when I'm down
The disco ball's spinnin', all the music
pick me up when I'm down,
Yeah, yeah,
The rodeo clowns
Yeah, yeah, yeah, they pick me up when I'm down
The disco ball's spinnin', all the music
You gon' have to keep up with me on here
Handle the business, I'm all man
We had to drink from the storm drain
In front of the judge
Eye-ballin' every fake Frankie Lymon in the joint
Break out, find my shit
Yeah, yo now I got robbed, I smell it
Mad bitches walkin' by the fella tryin'
Eye-ballin' every fake Frankie Lymon in the joint
Break out, find my shit
Yeah, yo now I got robbed, I smell it
Mad bitches walkin' by the fella tryin'
and this chocolate over here, they mixed this shit up
Nigga, hit some of this shit, nigga
Yeah, lemme get that
I'm tired of these niggas, niggas stealin'
Drivers and drillers pull up on Anybody block
Three disco Dingers Hot ones all three litres
Two Two three two thats six Shot spinners
Match grade
you think ima kid?
Sticks and these stones
They be breaking my bones
All of these words i just spew from my dome
Talking that bull man just leave me
of the biscuits
Yeah, swear
I go nuts for the pen and pad
You'll get pissed all other
I called it, I'm the weather man
The suns shining
Someone tell Helen that
man by
The side of the road
Just where he came from nobody knows
He's so picturesque, a physical wreck
A dirty old bloke with no self-respect ow!
Oh
to forty, type to make the hustle hustle for me
I'm the man on the poster, smooth as I roll like a coaster
Take the wrong move to have a man put his hand by
All aboard the disco train
Alright now, oh, yeah, oh, yeah
Well, you can tell by the way I use my walk
I'm a woman's man, no time to talk
only knows let down
By the corner, there's another one
Reaching out a hand, coming from a broken man
Well he tried to live, but he's done trying
Not
Hey yo, what up man, how you doing, bro!
Yeah- I'm good man I need to delete this bitch… yeah
She getting my nerves… yeah
I will just telling what
on your nanny's grave and it'll kill her again
Jaysus, I'll never leave the kitchen
All the aulones flat out on the tea and biscuits
Youngfellas outside,
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