Lyrics:
your gear ain't shit your jewels ain't shit
your kicks ain't shit nigga your whips ain't shit
Bobby you ain't shit nigga I'm the shit
a cruel place, it's a hard place]
But when you think back to all the great Londoners
William Blake, Charles Dickens, Dick Whittington,
Pearly kings,
Or either that goat for THE occult, oh you silly goat
Dude, I'll lyrically skin you alive and turn you into a winter coat
Then I'd really wear you out,
Girl why you frontin' like you don't want to come over here
You know you want some of this Bobby T (ha)
You know you want some of this
No, it's not
me to burn the flame on
Turn insane on
Thunder, lightning and rain on
If you want war, then it's game on
Using your head I'll bust a window pane
at the record plant
The record plant?
Yeah
Oh, bobby sherman records here
I just love bobby sherman and david cassidy
Do you know david cassidy?
No, i...
Have you
take out the pins you inserted
And I'll avenge all my mothers that you murdered
And brutalized, by this modern form of slavery
To speak the truth it
a ride
They might catch you by surprise if you let 'em slide
But if you're built for this shit then you might survive
Guess I'll see you when you wake
of squares in my family, I could see the stress
Bunch of crabs in the bucket tryna eat my flesh
I ain't nothing like you niggas, I don't even rest
I don't
old smokin' squares, and by thirteen smokin' water
By fourteen I was a busy boy in somebody daughter
Rockin' them black Stacy Adams and that fresh
I dont give a damn all up in this booth tryna lay this shit down
Yeuh so let me turn it down
We all around its a mixtape now
Stay tuned for more
worried
Is she married or not?
Then call Arthur Schlesinger
No, no, send a messenger
With the saddest news of the bunch
Tell Lady Bird I'll be late for
down for what?
Turn down for what?
Just let me know give me the word I get it cracking in this ho
And I'm about to show out, you know it's packed up in
your gear ain't shit your jewels ain't shit
your kicks ain't shit nigga your whips ain't shit
Bobby you ain't shit nigga I'm the shit
no help
But you be better by yourself
You're headed down a dead end road
Don't let him kill your soul
My love is here for you
Even if you ain't
really do
Know something for ya, are you straight?
Oh, I'm cool, real cool
Oh you're cool, huh? Well
If you're real cool
Listen to me and I'll tell
You
the dirt is poor
I'm waitin' for my turn in Forbes
Revenge is best served like Borscht
Burn the corpse and make sure the Earth is scorched
You only get one
everybody shooters Niggas pussy foreal they scared to take an L that's how I know You'll squeal
Feeling like Bobby Seale paving ways for my hood
Mama pray for
Respected by my peers from Drizzy
To Cole to Kenny
Thank you for the love and inspiration plenty
Yeah, I'm loved by many
And only hated by a little
Now I
boujee for a show nowadays you gotta pay me
She want me for the clout hell nah she can’t date me
On my grind anyway I don’t care if you hate me
I did it by
really want is for you to be here too
The years go by so fast
I thought they would last
But now I'm dancing with
The Ghost of Christmas Past
you with the word of God
It's safe to say I still got it
I'll put a beat on life support
With the fire that I'm writing for it
Then I'll pull the cord
listen it's Ight
I'll admit it
I struggle going to bed, I toss & turn in the night
Look I did it
The worst thing you can try to do with yo life
Look Ian
baby - baby
I got what you need right here - oh
Black Monte Carlo with the spokes out Watergate for Nixon
This is what I meant by walking contradiction
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