Lyrics:
gonna die on my jack jones they ain't no back bone i survive off a trap phone ....went to war made it back home got the grim reaper on the samsung one
like the E was finally caught
My gat wouldn't fire, the shit wouldn't work
So, y'all know what time it is
[Repeat x4]
["Nobody moves, nobody gets
Don't compare me to nobody I'm second to none
They were talking hella fly till the weaponry come
I know you want to trust but I'm all for the commas
Old school Twiztid found in the rubble of Earth's remains
You don't know how we do things shut the dog fuckin' say shit.
I'm gonna get fuckin fresh,
Old school Twiztid found in the
Rubble of Earth's remains
You don't know how we do things
Shut the door fuckin' say shit
I'm gonna get fuckin fresh
of the bark, and beware of the bite
Spark off on the mic, champion MC
I'm hittin' harder than Jack Dempsey on sensei
So if they step into my ring (I what?)
I
just a martian ain't nobody else on this
Planet i know see i live by my only where my
Cheese nigga where my maccoroni baby i get up
In that ass and act
Stepping to the right, wipe me down manye
3, Stepping to the left, with your stunner frames
2, By this time the world know what to do
It's going down 2
Stepping to the right, wipe me down manye
3, Stepping to the left, with your stunner frames
2, By this time the world know what to do
It's going down 2
to play
Out there it's the same
Except there ain't nobody knows your name
'the grass is always greener on the other side'
And 'you can run but you can never
Glenn jones.
cin't nobody like you
I been searching for so long
Like that one Glenn Jones song.
(Verse 2)
I been searching like binoculars.
Getting used
Nigga, you need to git up, git out and git something
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git something
Don't
Nigga, you need to git up, git out and git something
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git something
Don't
There's a war going on outside
That nobody's safe from
But here in my arms
I'll keep you from harm
There's no guarantee tonight
That we will
over for us
We could go away where nobody would know it was us
Leave behind all the fuss, the studios, the pictures
No autographs, just laughs when
you on a budget
Stop it with the monkey talk before I take a roll and up it (brrt)
Shit, we know we all that, Kenan & Kel (shit)
Doin' fraud, VPN, it
can't help thinking about Cora Jones
Cora she was as sweet as an angel
She lived for 12 years on a Wisconsin farm
She liked to ride horses and dream by
don’t hit my jack don’t do that texting
Speeding by the BK inna left lane
Way too many blessings to be stressing
Got my bitch on lock this shit
Beats by Happ G, gritty grimy out the SP
That's the south side of Philly and the drum machine
I'm hungry for the money just like a numbers fiend
The buck
No reason, for nobody's momma to cry
See I'm a good guy, I'm tryin to stick around for my daughter
But if I should die, I know all of my albums support
that can't kick with me I don't want daps or what's up
Cause I know they're getting pressed getting tap by another man that need money for utilities
I
and Trump is just as bad
No economic system is safe from men gone mad
Who seek to destroy and divide
By spreading their hatred and lies
To people surrounded
I got bitches in my coupe (huh)
Me and Breezy, fifty hoes, by the group (by the group)
That's yo' bitch, she told a lie, ain't told the truth, ooh
in check bro
Barely on my jack jones
Im with jack so we're getting to the bank roll
Bank roll
You could pass by, see me through the window
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