Lyrics:
use to come up pounds smoke a ounce
Toting chops that was bigger than me how we lived
It was just me and my brother the city and struggles we had really
box done probably held far more birds than Hitchcock
Laid flat right beside the Glock
Back to me, doing more reruns than tv
From the Bronx back to CT
Your fans wanted it much more than you
Not your fault that you went ahead for something new
Leo with the win, you can do with a grin
Yet that's the day
Jumaji
Illa than what you seen in the cinema
A 5'8" nigga with more horsepower than eight cylinders
My brain consists of twin pentium chips
That's why I've had more blows than opponents
Hoes don't know how I flow
I blow out opponents and mics i'm oh-so nice
It's Not A Rumour, it's the truth
crowdfunded Nut Up
So the fake Slim Shady should
Probably shut the fuck up
99% of rap he listens to is white
Fan of edgy humor but can't
Seem to do it right
Good life, good days, good nights
Don’t let your life go by
Don’t let your life go by one life, one life
Be loyal, faithful, grateful, graceful
Most
pixy sticks and party cards
This is this crazier than Mardi Gras
Hardly grazed my story y'all leave you all sorry
And amazed by the fury from an empty
Know how we like to do it
Don't matter what else we doing
I like you don't gotta prove it
More than your man say
When shit don't go right at home
You
than a courthouse
Real/nigga those my pronouns
Uh
Seeds inside the ganja get it poppin' like KSI
I'ma thug baby, i'ma die high
That's what i tell shorty
and hypnotized by the piece swingin back and forth from Queens niggaz
We thug ya party out lock down the bar section
We never check our coats, cuz we got
bandanas
and tryin to get my kids some more chickens than Colonel Sanders
Play us by the trigger so I`ma live by the trigger
And rivals, seven bitches for
just like chillin'
On the
Avenue, a-avenue (4x)
Action
That's where the stars go
On the weekend
It's like a car show
Ladies flock to jock
Cars go by them
and me sexin'
So I stepped in
Less than a minute or so
I saw your eyes on my six
'Yo, get in we go'
Her s*** is good
Yeah I know
Because I hit it
ain't sick though
Could never be a clown but I'm IT though
Control your energy
It's gon help your peace
Control the energy around it is gon help it more
scenic
Heavy-weighter, slim as the Machinist
So bulimic
Which means you somewhere in between it
I take it back for you like
The Wyld Stallyns of San Dimas
She moved her nigga in
She dont gotta creep no more
Hi kids do you like thug life
Do you wanna get shot
In your motherfuckin dome twice
Do you wanna
diss you could rap in time at least, yuh
You must think that your the man
Must be hard for you to stand
When you got more zits than fans huh
No fans
in the gap
Analyze see it like that, felt you love be it like that
Still, I'm realer than the illest on wax
Rockin brims that hang low, frames
mutual
Over more than likely
You ain't gotta like me, no words is needed
To show off the spite that you're hiding
You ain't gotta like me
Your jealousy
ribs at her future kids had
You held out for two weeks longer than these hoodrats
You precious more precious than lost treasure
Matter of fact I'm
on rice its the day your father give you away
To a real man I gently put the ring on your hand
Do we vow to stay faithful? Do more than try to
Now look
the face by a cop, close casket
An open and shut situation
Cop gets got, the wanna blame it on my occupation
If you don't dig me, than nigga you can sue
ridin' by
And say hi to plenty liquors and I know it's a sin
And if ya tell me stop drinking I'll just do it again
So when I get old I'ma rock, roll,
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