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I keep it low-key, don't nobody know
Tapped in with the streets, could never go broke
If I ever get close, my brother gon' throw
Me a lil'
airhead like a mystery
Can't be led astray with my broad head like I'm in love with Jennifer Tilly
Yo, my tie run right about now like a rhino or somethin
took me by surprise as a rose my head
I looked into your eyes and the game was set
Bye-bye blues
Bye bye gloom
Something is holding me back
cnd I
J-O-E-Y on the beat and I came with the heat
Cause you know that that boy in a duffle
Every day I'm always working till I get my momma a Birkin
I
but in more ways than one, I’m not.
No kids, fuck the soft spots I’ll be hitting.
It’s only written, don’t pop a blood vessel, keep your britches.
beefin', they talk on computers
Bro keep a Drakeo, not talkin' Ruler
Hittin' his head, we gon' hit his medulla
I know you cappin', who the fuck you
and live across the bridge
My car's hotter than Negril
While y'all walk, I wheel
Oh, your Roley go tick and tock? It's not real
And keep a piece around
me Problemz, a.k.a. the Head Honcho
Liver than O.J. Simpson on the freeway in his white Bronco
Dem batty bwoy nah wan come test
One of the best
Keith cooley is a killer, your dj's a mutt
I wouldn't try to take him on he'll cut you up like a biologist
He'll be the tutor, and I'm the talk-ologist
Yeah
Hot ass south side dick up in yo
Muthafuckin' mouth nigga
South side till I die
Mississippi
Weak bitch
This hot shit by David Banner
Your
out with a needle,
I'll make you twist and shout and think I was Beatle.
Like Lennon or Stalin in a car that won't start,
If your Volvo is
on your heels and do circles like he was Curly Neal
but oh no, the liquor got quicker to his head and he said
"I think I musta placed some stupid bets"
he
What do you mean keep it real, could someone please explain
When reality's just light interpreted by your brain
And if mine and your perceptions
people
I keep aware of what who and where
To be prepared to see you put your hands in the air
And leave 'em there!
Run the costume jewels
I mean give me
Will you please take your seats
And clear the isle
Mic check
I be doing things on my own, and ain't no need for a mentor
Girls want to see me
filled with nonsense, show me where the meth at
Man I'm a train wreck, numbing the pain by killing my pay cheques
And I feel like I hate rap but I cannot
(In my head, deep pockets, lil' bitch)
They be like, "Who that? Who that?"
It's the motherfucker with the strap
Lay 'em down one by one if these
accounts
Go 'head let it ride for a minute god damn
Wells, Maine in this bitch j Spin
Peter, Maine Gretsky godDamnChan
GodDamnChan's from like Standish,
Gettin' head while I'm steerin', singin' Marvin lyrics
You wit ya dusty-ass bitch runnin' errands
Don't get embarrassed tryna snatch my karats
My niggas
[Verse 1]
It was a hot night in August, (hot August night), humid
Hit the store to get some O.J. to shroom with
Ooh shitty, I'm in the world's
bricks gettin rich off tricks
[Killa Tay]
I put it down for my homies, Fresno to Toronto
Imagine if I'm livin in dead, head hauncho
All up on your
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