Lyrics:
bad don't live by the rules
cll bad girls need a boy that's rude
Whispered a thought right under my breath
“I think we a match you lit my fuse”
strapped in
We fight, recruit to stay captain
Move your roots and stay mashed in
Actions are judged by expedience
Anarchy and disobedience
False mediums
the threat
I don't let them Jugg me so spectators say the rude boy
Condescending us mix signals
But my antennas connect to a higher learning
You wont get it
penny
Like a petty fein
2022
In them Ed Hardy jeans
Tryna bring it back boy
Wasn't even that clean
I had a few pairs
I was only 13
Drivin a whip
I was big
like when you take some eggs and break them
And you, and you take the shells and mix them up
Trying to find the ones that match
When you find
like when you take some eggs and break them
And you, and you take the shells and mix them up
Trying to find the ones that match
When you find
on shit that I don't know, at all
Not close to perfect either, I got hella flaws
They try to set me up by putting me on pedestals
But, I got good
Human
Distract a class of students
Forbidden Class the fruit we
Planted for our roots
Zoom in
An imperfect world of losers
Broken by the boomers
Claim
they'd rather get a drag than a job[00:42.24]But change is what we need so society can breathe a breath of fresh air by knowing our kids care about going
still love him, we know it ain't work
I start to lose my mind and please the world, but I know I ain't perfect
My mama call my phone like, boy, what's
need rapport
Deserted, so I never mix my time with yours
Afraid you all leave, guarantee I'm your boy
Grab her by her ponytail
Obsessed with the way she
my blessings, but I suck at math
I'd rather wallow than bask, sufferin' succotash
But the antacid, it gives my stomach gas
When I mix my corn with
When I mix my corn with my fucking mashed
Potatoes, so what? Ho, kiss my country bumpkin ass
Missouri Southern roots, what the fuck is upper-class?
dilution
I'm ballin', I hit record, I'm gettin' courted by Lucian
The lord abuses the blacker culture with actors like Rapaport
They rap your chorus
Is that QuaXar
Taya Lola
Taya Lola (Yeah)
My boy Hajjii on the track too by the way (You know it)
Just wanna vibe out today
Even if you by yourself
Is that QuaXar
Taya Lola
Taya Lola (Yeah)
My boy Hajjii on the track too by the way (You know it)
Just wanna vibe out today
Even if you by yourself
and Upstate touring, rapping for my peers
Rikers Island and Upstate scoring, cut Em blood gone spill
Rikers Island and Upstate mourning, cut off by Securus
I keep His word in me
So I'm shinin all the time
Shinin all the time shinin all the time
Ay! Welcome! (From them hot boys)
I guess you wondering how
Roots!
Praise for the days when I couldn't get paid
In the fix on the mix in the damn projects
Cracks for the blacks but I couldn't sell that
Even
on the road with four bald tyres
Top boys, liars, unuh gyaldem, friers
Me and my dons jump off of the plane like frequent fliers
I'll Friday the 13th MCs,
they perfect, ain't they?
Track' tinted, if they pull us over, they gon' search it, ain't they?
Shit, I know them hoes probably up in the party
didn't care[03:13.89]You got me paranoid I'm avoiding you[03:16.59]You started hanging out with these boys I knew[03:19.43]And I know oh oh It's just for
Yahhhhhh)
Had to grind to get my fingers on that dough (On That Dough)
B*tch I'm from the mah'f*cken 6 (I'm From The 6)
Blunt and Actavis the perfect mix
the pouring rain
And lost all my money in a poker game
I liked skinny dippin' by a full moon light
And keg parties on a Friday night
I've come a long way
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