Lyrics:
taught when you come to school.
Lesson 1, you should know:
Never fall in love, with your ho.
Lesson 2 tells you to do only one thing:
Act cool.
Lesson
want to be,
You're gonna have to learn pimpology.
Pimpology, a pimp's profession.
Can't be effected by the Great Depression.
So if you want to be
get the gong cause we niggaz do wrong
and if you're young, and in love, do the moves of Michael Evens
singin songs, big up to my peoples Northside
when she turns her back
We're gonna cut out of class , meet the girls by the railroad track
Well ev'ry Friday night there's a band that you gotta
when she turns her back
We're gonna cut out of class , meet the girls by the railroad track
Well ev'ry Friday night there's a band that you gotta hear
roll-ups
Fam! we can roll up (Star Track)
But Fam! don't try to roll up (Star Track)
Don't make me pull these motherfuckin' fo's up
Cause it's like that
roll-ups
Fam! we can roll up (Star Track)
But Fam! don't try to roll up (Star Track)
Don't make me pull these motherfuckin' fo's up
Cause it's like that
from the start
Bought a tool and didn't learn how to use it
Got lost in Brooklyn, so you had to lose it
Just for fronting you got that ass whipped
peace you can be obtaining
Everything is brain training
And if it's draining, results will show sooner or later
So re-align with the maker
We unique by
follow your track
You came for me, but it's too late
It's your time out, you take your break
The rocks you throw at the window pain
Will only drive me more
your eyes
Music disciple, call me Michael, it's a cycle
Placing future generations on the mic, you all
Challenging the world to rise from calamity
Been a good kid but it's only relative
Ahead of the others I hold my truth
And it's self evident
That everything just ain't equal
Feeling pressed
this shit is based on Consumerism Giuseppe's Gucci, Luey, Christian, Givenchy, Rocks, and True Religion Michael Kors, Tom Ford
Jordan's new edition
like a loose not
We ain't intimidated by your bravado you got hit once and gave it up like a piñata
The game has since changed and I ain't fucking with
The one and only infamous notorious
Back with another one
Read between the lines see what i see
Gotta hit you with the hot tracks
The one and only
turns her back
We're gonna cut out of class , meet the girls by the railroad track
Well ev'ry Friday night there's a band that you gotta hear
Just
I’m so sick that it must be too much for them so they go drop off my coattails
But it fails
Get your hands off of my coattails
Hanging off like Michael
heals all but I guess it depends
As the years pass by I lose track of my friends
I lose track of my blessings and now I'm beggin' again
If God is not
been dragged/ still at it though/ Uniform!!
Come together/ make it grow/ uniform!! We hit the stage/ time to rock put on a show/
Big Brothers Watching!!
when it's bass
We raise the levels
Love it, get it and think nothing of it
Make amends then make it public
We ain't to fuck with
Rollin' 50 deep
know it's true
I'm the mack and the (?) from the big Oak Town
Laying track by track that vicious sound
All you sucker MC's hating my face
Even though
Omg this that black on black So I guess am back
I'm so bad, Michael Jackson bad Bitch I'm hell of bad
Walk my way but don't waste my timeI ain't got
But somebody new isn't you
And that is just something that I
Cannot bring myself to do
I know I messed it up by being myself again
But this ain't how
a child now I'm in it
pure soul never die
Why they tell me I take it too far? Only make me go harder
Far out shining
Keep flying, never land so above
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