Lyrics:
A message saying fuck Rod and everyone else that looks like him
Michael has a bad attitude
It is cool and dark inside, like a dead vagina, but smells better,
around..
Take a look around.. take a look around..
[Chorus x 2]
I know you know where I'm comin from brother
You got to learn about yourself before you
the wasted time
Look
You couldn’t think a page
That’s inside of my book
This shoe I have to wear
Was made for only my foot
I been around a lot of people
Up
the suburbs
And I rap
The people look a lot
If life's a piece of paper
Then I'm selling more than Michael Scott
But I just keep on pushing thru my life it ain't
Bush
Your favorite rapper is dope
But still very puss leave him in the woods
Body parts in like every bush
That's how the dessi look
The world already
Probably'll try it and probably like it
I can't know, what, he probably a psychic?
I know a crazy bitch by the look in her eyes
I know a cheating bitch gonna
chocolatey whip-toppin'
So whether you're hip-hop, Slipknot, B.I.G., Pac
Kid Rock, Kris Kross, Rick Ross, you'll dig this
If not then kick rocks in flip flops
c'mon and throw the dog a bone
A man he doesn't live by rock 'n roll and brew alone
Baby baby
Rock 'n roll and brew, rock 'n roll and brew
They
c'mon and throw the dog a bone
A man he doesn't live by rock 'n roll and brew alone
Baby baby
Rock 'n roll and brew, rock 'n roll and brew
They
roll
One new song doing so much more than making friends
It can make us proud
Now we know we can look around
To find the rock, the stone of sound
looking out the pawn shop
Taking stroud while your face and arms drop
Stop, look, learn to read, learn to write
learn to talk, learn to walk
And watch
Welcome to the hole
I'm glad you found me
I'm glad you're here
No one really ever comes by
What does this hole look like exactly?
Well, just take a look
pollinated by the "Be"
Pac called it the rose that rose from concrete
How do you define divine that finds street?
"Hip bop," the color of my leaves
Not
Watch How I Rock
Watch How I Rock
Gold by the pound I'm flexing
Yo chick at my house getting naked
I was born for this imma thoroughbred
No leash around
I said a hip hop,
Hippie to the hippie,
The hip, hip a hop, and you don't stop, a rock it
To the bang bang boogie, say, up jump the boogie,
just how I rock
Sipping on lean that wock
Been around the block
Streets just not my bop
Soon be at the top
Niggas they pray I flop
I hit all her spots
Do
of all saiyans Vegeta between her legs on Michael Strahan that's a gap she smoked God's gifts and papers f*** a wrap all she hang around is gay men
be your ex?
Flaws of a baby step, mauled by the mouth of Pitbulls
Put me under stress, crawled under rocks, ducking y'all
It's respect—but then
and buy your publishin'
Aye look at him i own my publishin'
Then why you gettin' all worked up? I mean
If you broke and you own your publishin'
Well thanks
Open your eyes, look around, what do you see
Truth is obfuscated by a false reality
Imaginary towers scrape the skies in my mind
As the real world's
dunk a 100 pack like Michael Philly
Show 'em who the boss, when you niggas gonna learn
Show 'em who the boss, when you niggas gonna learn
Show 'em
Okay,
Yo, man we was poor as fuck
Only thing rich for us was Ovaltine
Chocolate dreams, cold and silky gave us dopamine
My baby look at me sayin'
understand all the hate
I can't be around nothing fake
I'm a goth star by the way
So alone when I'm gone up in space
Im going to get this bread like a cake
You
them niggas Never rock it the same
Boy thought he was gangster until he got shot in his braids
You know we crashing out, if ever you hopout of your lane
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