Lyrics:
mind over matter it's got a true-school-blue
betty cracker made it better
poindex the flex to track by Busta
with a little bit of sore from
wasted my only chance
Now I'm back around, I had to do this thing right this time
My intuition looking at me like it's 'bout damn time
I'll be right by
I've accomplished dat,
Bought a charm, went in a vice I took it back,
When I return I want all my diamonds phat,
I can't get off track,
When my dawgs in
to spot up for the 3
Now I jam on the track
(West Dayton)
Jaming on the track?
We dunking on this bitch like Shaq
(Jax and West Dayton)
West and Jah
right now
You got my attention
Go ahead and fill me in now
What the hell is zombie apocalypse Blues
I'm going to sit right here and tell You
Go ahead
designer
On his belt
He got a few G’s
Tell em
Bring the cameras out
Cuz it’s a movie
Way before
Austin Powers
We was groovy
She say I love you Romeo
More gin in my cup feel me
Riding to Batroun with my tank on E (Ha)
When I'm jamming to my tracks hear me
Let me show you how to be a fucking VIP
and go
Clerk stopped me at the door
Ask me what I got on
She loving my cologne
Shawty this just that strong
I blow it by the zone
I'm talking straight
You laughed before let's see you laugh now blue cow
Hell now black cow word to birds
Word to bird word to bird nigga
One on one hard like tarot
a coal man all my life
Layin' down track in the hole,
Got a back like an ironwood bent by the wind
Blood veins blue as the coal.
Somebody said
done might vomit
Boys in the blue I'm off like sonic
Latex on spot a pagion cheff it
15 inch man wet it
They sing on my boys in a box no juke
So i got
Like it was a theft i do the runnin' man
Take a quick step
Hit the kid who played kick-step (laughing)
Back, flipped back at-
Reverse is on the tracks
the glock, now I'm smoking out your sess spot
I rock from here to Bedstuy, I hit the spot like XY
Who is that nigga that's coming six billion feet
I roll
my sack, I tell her stop runnin'
Grippin' her tracks, I'm pullin' her back
She lovin' the dick and she screamin' and cummin'
You love makin'
Everything Gucci
But I’m rockin Louis v
Pull up to the spot
I got everything ya need
I can’t help it baby girl
Do this sh*t with ease
Took a trip and I came
aim's sprayin', I get mine that's why you stay waitin'
And vacatin', whether you know it or not, I'ma blow up the spot
If you owe me a lot, I'ma show up
the mornin' I think about Benji's
I went to the bank and don't see nothin' but commas
To tell you the truth, I'm in love wit' blue hunnids
These bitches gon'
coincide
Conflicted like making a track about how you feel inside for your ex
But not releasing cause it will bring the one you love more stress
Like the one
spread love so the hatred lifts
& help you escape from the matrixes
I escape with my creativeness
By making shifts when life takes a twist
Instead
My raps do laps around tracks and adapt
To any environment, I'm the comma comma chameleon
I use to pop a wheelie on my blue and gray stingray, it had
But like dancers that love to strip, they back up on my dick
And of course, maybe it's because of the fact that I'm rich
And the diamonds up on my
in reds and greens and blues
In a simple sculpture I'm shaping all her truth
What does love really mean I'm so confused
I'm hated by enemies and loved
I frequent the spots that I'm known to rock
You hear the bass from the truck when I'm on the block
Ladies, they pay homage, but haters say Dre fell
broke my heart
I was told to tear up out this before this tear me apart
Eat through scrap, black tracks, free milk and cheese
While the Japs stack scratch
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