Lyrics:
Eyez on the prize I'm focus
Hustlin' stacking dough up
Dig in my sack and roll up
No looking back won't fold up
Put in that grind ain't no luck
Wow-wow-wow-wow-wow yeah
Wow-wow-wow-wow-wow
Yeah yo, yo, yo, yo, woah
Eenie meenie, I'ma roll up a blunt
Take a smoke
We can dance on a pole,
'Til one day I grew suspicious
When I stepped on a crack on Aunt Edna's stoop
And got pooped on by a group of stupid pigeons
Then we flew the coop
with my manners
And even though I don't roll a camera
She still performs like the superstar she truly are
So, also, I think I love her already
Damn,
'Til one day I grew suspicious
When I stepped on a crack on Aunt Edna's stoop
And got pooped on by a group of stupid pigeons
Then we flew the coop
up, hold up, hold up, hold up
[Chorus]
It's like the music will literally stop time
(Hold up hold up hold up)
We roll up, 20 deep, cock D swoll
If you're not having any luck with the girls
You need to step into the spotlight world
Watch some movies with steve mcqueen
Get some music by bb
the God of War like Mars
That leave MC's smashed by my Squad
It's odd y'all never seen relish, but always seem jealous
Of my extreme fellas, rockin'
[Big Boi]
I'm getting D.E.E.P. like a prostitute's vagina
And pimping way mo' hoes than there's peoples out in China
I roll that black Lac with
lick ya where he don't, and suck real hard on yo' nipple
My game is sharp as a cicle, she love my pickle
And if you gave her a dime, nigga she gave me
them muthafuckers that was there
With Tony brother when he let the clip roll on 'em
Going crazy thinkin' 'bout who told on him
Time tickin' doors
the mainstream, supreme rhyme, top of the line
cuisine feens, number one love for thugs queens sceamin on cream
my whole team love e-cup bras and mobb cars
like, "Oh my God, not you"
Yes, I'm in the flesh like hollow heads through your vest
No contest, M-E-eth Man's obsessed
With sex, drugs and rock
Don't say it
Just do it
We rock and we roll
Stay lifted
We gifted
We proud and it shows
Don't trip off the past
Don't fear the unknown
This time is
whateva, You're my best friend
I wanna roll wit' You! Yea, Yea, no mistaken
Come on and hang out with your fellow Jamaican
Months have gone by since our
Mad
No no no no no
Me no be the tough guy
Me no be the tough guy no no no no
I know I be the sharp guy
But I be the sharp guy yeah no no no
I wan no
make you chop life for my neck my lady oo
Five fifty five when I play
Don't wanna mess with the boy e dey craze
Gbes
Now my son roll up my ganja
No waste
Listen
M i k to the e y uh uh
M i k to the e y uh uh
Listen
Ey ey
Man wanna be the boss
But do you wanna pay the price?
I was in the kitchen whippen
love to feel the beat
Grind, roll, burn, re-peat
White Benz, black leather seats
Keep green L-E-D on the my feet
Gimme GG number 4
Glued on grind like I
grind (Oh-ohh)
Blowin' kisses and the smiley face emojicons
She push the whip, I'm shotgun whatever road we on (Ah'h)
Sharp dresser, rough around
It's a Giant creature with a tail
Here I'll draw Piglet in for scale
His hide is like a shaggy rug
His face a surely ugly mug
With two sharp
Gold bottles by the caseload, drip on halo, pockets on preach
Being broke so retro, snaps on the petro, never on E
Top down in the heights, another
laugh
And use a whole roll of tissue to wipe my stankin' ass
Now, guess who's comin' through the streets
With heat and fire that make the people
Say that
Hook
Y.O.U.R.... K.I.N.G.... J.E.V.O.N.
Y.O.U.R.... K.I.N.G.... J.E.V.O.N.
Y.O.U.R.... K.I.N.G.... J.E.V.O.N.
J.E.V.O.N.......YEA, J.E
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