Lyrics:
My southside, my get back
My heartbreaks, my karmas
My set backs, my home town
My life time, my sun up
My sundown, my everything
My used to be,
And the chicken tastes like wood
So you try to play it off like you think you can
By saying that you're full
And then your friend says, "Mama, he's just being
dem no worry we
Back of the neck slap, save mine
Havin' swag can lead to hate crimes
Drugs (Drugs)
Do them in the daytime
Bumps in the road, fed bumps
like chicken, listen, I’m stickin’ to your ribs
Wit the words that I spit, you know what time it is
Poetry in motion, clouded by tokin’ the potion
I’m
Quick to grab a chicken head and clutch by the neck-uh
Double decker, hoes on my Woody Woodpecker
Niggas call me Grind say that I'm a home wrecker
see the light thats in the tunnel uh Make sure all my niggas
We dont bump heads when we huddle uh
All my real ones know that they can call me if theres
to shank ya rob you back and thank ya
No asian boyz to save a pussy and a hater
That ho is fucking nada got her own taste in bad karma
Getting ugly rockin
Buy a robot chicken mutha fucka what a twist
Tour De Streetz I became A list
I always hit the target all your shots miss
Celebrate the hustle get so
It's a shame the game has died in such a fit
Real G's replaced by some kids who mumble shit
Wanna smash em in their face and snap their wrists
So
to the chicken
While I'm facetiming
Truck driving, screw them blues closed
We be freight lining he faking jack
He run the streets and chase commas
But will he make
I was born with an old soul
So when I hear what you bump it sounds so so
I remember Fat Joe with the Fo Fo
Went way harder than you
Hoes spittin' old
a good tradition
Stir the mac and cheese
Gotta stuff the chicken
Lets just check the menu
Before we pick a pie
We aint in a rush
Baby we got options
Know that got em pissed
At the races bettin
Golden saucer sittin on my wrist
Chicken heads
After all my Gil
I be in the field
They gon plot in fear
Cuz
Was feeling out of place at least untill I saw her face
Listen to Spotify was fascinated by the base bump that shit bae told me bump that shit bae
nigga Lil' ‘cause he said that
This that shit and I be on it like a fly
I'm just tryna get some chicken with
Some yams up on the side
Yeah, I'm the kid
Quick to grab a chicken head and clutch by the neck-uh
Double decker, hoes on my Woody Woodpecker
Niggas call me Grind say that I'm a home wrecker
Quick to grab a chicken head and clutch by the neck-uh
Double decker, hoes on my Woody Woodpecker
Niggas call me Grind say that I'm a home wrecker
a four-door
I'm poor though, catch me rocking a Lisa Lobo (yeah)
Bump yo ho, I want more to the boatload (yo, yeah, yo)
And the Pope can't save your soul,
a four-door
I'm poor though, catch me rocking a Lisa Lobo (yeah)
Bump yo ho, I want more to the boatload (yo, yeah, yo)
And the Pope can't save your soul,
I'm never nervous, but you can't tell that by the surface can you
This dat beat bump melody, chief chung heavily. Rap until im heavenly, yo raps ain't
spikefully but I'm still time beautiufully while i try
Hit my dreamfully while sat on live wooly jumper but you're trying bump of me but smelling
Like my
some shit I be damned if y'all offend me. (i be damned)
Y'all can't even tempt me i move solo come and get me. (come and get me)
me and karma got a date
dogs is feelin' hungry, that's why we gettin' fed
Believe it, I run this, you cannot be by me
And don't even bump this if ya not V.I.P., woo
Murder, I Wrote
The antidote be seeking like a buried treasure
By every measure lethally inject your whole sector
Wanted Dead or Alive, Rebel I escapes
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