Lyrics:
blinders
In my lane hitting minor bumps like a low rider
I own a Rolex from O-five it glows brighter
Call it Joe Biden it's nothing more than an old timer
blunt
Then lace the dope
Ridin
Solo
Rotten mother fucker
Hoppin out the four door
I been fucking low
Now I'm finna smoke
Tryna Finish off a joe
That's my
ten toes down
I'm Royal Raw on my doe low
Getting money by my solo
Bitch niggas still watching
That just cum wit the flow doe
Now I Kno y they hate
fire like Frollo
If you ain't then it's a no-go
Flying Solo with my Wookie
The highest rated rookie
Like the Rock and Samuel L. Jackson
Know I'm diving
on roof
Even once had a job pourin' tar up on the roof
Dat boy had it hard no facade, it's da truth
So now when I menage and get massaged just to proof
frightened
Standing out there in the snow
'Til he said 'I'm here to help you, ma'm
By the way, my name's Joe'
She said 'I'm from St. Louis
And I'm only
frightened
Standing out there in the snow
'Til he said 'I'm here to help you, ma'm
By the way, my name's Joe'
She said 'I'm from St. Louis
And I'm only
written by the eyes
Being shifted by a higher guide
Even if I fell I would shake the slopes
Ain't make varsity but made the quotes
That touched they souls
we go
here we go again
excerpt from The Macho Paradox: why some men hurt women and how all men can help
by Jackson Katz
Hold my keys as a potential
If Michael Jackson came alive right now
He'd ask you to smoke one for him
So in his honor
You niggas Spud Webb, coming up short
Think you're Dee
the tough talks I think it’s funny tho
Since they say they got balls every punch is a low blow
2 countries came at me couldn’t kill lyrical
Joe
How can
Stacking up in the bank, the layers on the cake-a
Thinking like Jimmy, Tami, oh it's low down
Niggas be getting mad as I go 'round like Pac
The shit don't
do
Pillow talk just to get some pussy
Bitch nigga move
I’m countin' all these bands, but on the low
I’m worth a mill' or two
They wasn’t feelin' me
So
Enough is enough, I'm callin' this off
Who the fuck I'm kiddin' though?
I'm gettin' high, sittin' low
Slidin' by in that big body, curtains all in my
Gates
Derek Chauvin
People that drive slow in the fast lane
This list could go on forever so lets end it by simply saying
Literally everyone
Even you
Yes
we'll go tic for tac
If I catch a play with my sideline i'm toe tapping
So what's happening
Strike something, make her sing like joe jackson or cassius
some
As long as my expenditures don't exceed my income
I'm like Bruce Willis I'm Unbreakable when rappin
Your style is as fragile as Samuel L. Jackson
spit then I go back
Erase shit till I get the right rap
Till I get the right rhyme, then I hit the mic last
Wanna copy flows you can't recite that
So
years worth in lectures
Endeavors which appear as fig trees instead of cheering the big dreams
Rather call on Phil Jackson for the pyramid schemes, so
And the cod running low
So I bait em and I splash
Make a bot run slow
Wheres 10% in cash
For making me wait
For ya 2 little rats
And the fuckin devil gon crash
frightened
Standing out there in the snow
'Til he said 'I'm here to help you, ma'm
By the way, my name's Joe'
She said 'I'm from St. Louis
And I'm only
The way I distance from my past
No wonder they call me "$oLo"
Cause the way I stay so low
Opps, they think it's a no-show (Agh)
Somersault right the whip
so I let go
Prayer life with that echo
I rather sleep on your trends, bro
In my dreams, I get low
Dreamin' 'bout a master plan, yeah, yeah, yeah
funny
Joe Jackson with the hands
I'mma make sons bleed
The frustrations of life making me succumb to it
Therapy sessions, now that I'm numb to it
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