Lyrics:
hundred dollar bills
I don't even wanna chill
I don't even put that first
I learned it in Luke and learned in John
Clean Rap Virus spread it with thumbs
My
ride around, fuck waiting
Fuck em all, hoes hating
Pass by, start waving
Big stars, oasis, so crazy
Ima land on my own
Ima land on my own
Diamonds all
she want her a feature (Oh Lord, Jetson made another one)
I ain't into mixin' my hoes with my business
Plus I got my own bitch at home, I be
following the crowd
One by one it's just a little push to finally face the ground
One by one is it still my own way or have we been enslaved
One by one when
I'll ride my own wave, I'll meet her at the shore
Oo Now I'm trynna be her John B
I been looking for a minute hope she finds me yea
I been single feeling
it reigns hot
Making necks snap back, like a slingshot
E hustle, and muscle my way in
Then tussle for days in, on my own with guns blazing
Not for
Jesus' own words in John chapter 8 lay this out
So Jesus was saying to those Jews who had believed him
If you continue in my word, then you are truly
own opinion they don't know
By random choice they seem to go
Like Eine Meanie miney moe
I guess I gotta hate this bro
Do not treat me just like a clown
on the benches
Tell you now that the whole town is empty
In the north end of town
My own children are grown
But I was raised up on the other
In the wee hours
abiding
By my own guidelines and that's what piece of mind is
If you need reminding
Get this song like hooked on phonics
Ad hominem
How you interpret it
smoking scrome here
We don't talk reckless on the phone here
A lot of cliques don't get along here,
Brick Squad my nigga, we rock our own gear
I'm
gorditas"
Bring all your dogs, I give 'em rabies
They never had a chance like my two aborted babies
Got Pope John Paul the 2nd, praying to Satan
Have your
I been ridin' 'round to my shit
Ain't nobody makin' no hits
Say, Hayzuzzz the only young n****, constantly poppin' up wit' that shit
It's like 100
You end up on amphetamines
And I'll end up my own enemy
Babe, I just looked at my face and I can't figure out my own identity
Wait, sitting with a J by
My old my old my old my old heartbeat
That old ticker led me straight to you
No idea what Saint John meant by Christian ways
So how it beats
woah
Think it up
Write it down
You already know what's up
Post the content
Watch the numbers roll in
Yeah yeah yeah
I gotta do it
I gotta do my own
a missin' tooth ahead of my time
But still in a league of my own
I tried to quit
But they just won't leave me alone
If you ain't got the right price
Stop
on the benches
Tell you now that the whole town is empty
In the north end of town my own children are grown
But I was raised on the other
In the wee hours
on the benches
Tell you now that the whole town is empty
In the north end of town my own children are grown
But I was raised on the other
In the wee hours
Learned to play the djembe off of Alice at Malonga's place
EBCPA by the Nev from Summer breaks, nigga
And to Sucka Free niggas (Yo, I see you, my nigga)
me
Get down
Swaying to my own sound
Flashes in my face now
All I know is everybody loves me
Everybody loves me
Well I
Play the music don't
only
It will be done by one who has shared this
Meal with me.
With a meaningful look Peter urged John to find out
Who it was
When John asked him
But rain or shine this city is my home
They're playing tennis at the prison wall
While the dogs are on the track
And Newtown Pery crumbles brick by
to my own success,
And suckers that step willll be put to rest, yes,
I hold the key to my own success,
And suckers that step will catch a bullet in
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