Lyrics:
Launcelot, I've got a rope
all ready!
FATHER: You killed eight wedding guests in all!
LAUNCELOT: Well, you see, the thing is, I thought your son was a
lady.
and pepper
I rep Africa not Miami,
hustle hustle with M.I.A.
I'm broke, I've got indefinite stay,
You can't touch me like leprosy,
I hustle tough from
great but I prefer the brains
We got Dollars by the millions
Shoppers by the buildings
Chances of falling off - slim like Robin Williams
You can find me
love
I've got love
I've got love for you
I've got love
I've got love
I've got love for you
Who do you want to be
You can do anything
Learn your best,
Buck the goons, I don't mind
I've got heart, Valentines
Have you ever seen a white
Boy with a MAC? No, not McFly
And FX, he be shooting like he
Not 2 it's 3
You, me and G O D
Shooting my shot like C O D
Got my head spinning like a DVD
Silver lining like from a silver screen
Way too hot like I
Getting rich like Roddy
Turn me up I'm vibing
Need me there I'm sliding
Young dragon got the fire
Watch the way you talking
Can't have nobody toxic
The mob is family only
i dont trust these niggas so im rocking by my lonely
Every time I leave the house you know i got it on me
Cuz gwala watching i
Im only coming with the facts
Im cooky as a Cock
You should step back
No longer do I react
I slow down
Take a breath
Make a plan
Then attack
I got
And by the way, you rappin' Nigga's,
I don't like you neitha'.
I mean, "either," proper gramma',
Pop a camera, man on that rap, DVD propaganda.
Yeah,
live inside my mind
I really got demons don't say I lied
I've been trying everyday to keep em' buried inside
You better hide
See what I'm dealing
tonight Yh it’s just you and I
You're a Stargirl like I am McFly
And since I met you I've been loving this life
Got Rome got Venice in our sights
Come with
you're burning out, racing now against your endeavors
I've heard it all before, and now I'm bored of listening
Millionaire life hacks, bitch made fiction
Yo, all the fans we love y'all
We gon' make one fo' the haters like fuck that
Old school nine eight can you see the Camilion
Below in the celing
And by the way, you rappin' Nigga's,
I don't like you neitha'.
I mean, "either," proper gramma',
Pop a camera, man on that rap, DVD propaganda.
Yeah,
coming fresh in the spot
Marty McFly jacket make you crazy like it's Doc
VHSes lining up and down my walls
Got the Elmo canvas put right all up on my walls
DVD?s clogged arteries and MP3?s,
He?s got this antisocial mental brain disease.
And I want to break him out, want to show him the world.
Want
go chase him
I got sticks like asians, chasing
Broski that's dadication
How you getting your papers
Shawty this a simple equation
On the block we
faded, can't finish my sentence
Got this by the DVD, you ain't gone get it
And they be on TMZ, please mind your business
I like how you treatin' me, I had
If you had a time machine, what would you do
I don't know I would, uh, I would go to the future
Yeah
I just pulled up in the Marty McFly
I assure
on the news
Get stabbed by the cuts on the Kwest beat
Respect beef
Marty McFly shit, get knocked into next week
What does the future hold? Bullets
Going
really ain't got 'ta have golf balls,
You can have pebbles, you know...
But just have ya' game on..
[LAC & MANNIE FRESH] (Chorus):
Lac: If you ridin'
(Chea!)
I've been rhyming since Reagan in politics
Polished it then got a big wallet where all of my dollars sit
To the wall is split, then I gotta sick
coat
Where's my bread, sucka?
Grab ya by the throat
Callin' all cars, one-adam-twelve
Pretty ass nigga, you better stick yourself
Militant, don't
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