Lyrics:
do it, but the devil, he made me smart
Told me to jack them weak ass niggas for they fucking Starters
In the middle school, I was a bigger fool
I
do it, but the devil, he made me smart
Told me to jack them weak ass niggas for they fucking Starters
In the middle school, I was a bigger fool
I
I'm not a cholo but I know hoes out in SoHo lovin' my ethnic type
When I smile for the photo looking like Lobo
Me and my bloodshot eyes
I pass
fight, for the government's political prisoners
They are locked up falsely by this white man
So tell me why you
Changed to choose a new direction, in
like a saint"
Down the hallway footsteps were comin' for the Jack of Hearts
The backstage manager was pacing all around by his chair
"There's something
home? All you gotta do is knock"
You see I left home a boy but returned as a man
Full grown and I'm still not able to stand
"I gave you a hand", well
As for Cinderella
I still wish to go to the Festival (the cow as white as milk)
But how am I ever to get to the Festival? (the cape as red as blood)
As for Cinderella
I still wish to go to the Festival (the cow as white as milk)
But how am I ever to get to the Festival? (the cape as red as blood)
on the right
One night was snowy white like cool whip
I came across this chick I went
To school with walking by herself
I said, "Online
It looking like you were
the addicted type, she was in care by the age of five
She moved up to the Isle of White, she moved four times by the time she was nine
She-she don't trust no
Make 'em take dirt naps and they never
Woke up them niggas sleepin' still
For sleepin' on me
I'll spark the weapon like a
Narcoleptic on sleepin' pills
I'm still balling like D. Rose
I'm still popping off Vevos
I'm still looking like, wait
Still sipping on tea soles
My dick giant like Fifo, if you
Saturday night and you're still hangin' around
Tired of living in your one horse town
You'd like to find a little hole in the ground
For awhile
Saturday night and you're still hangin' around
Tired of living in your one horse town
You'd like to find a little hole in the ground
For awhile
killed them
I'm the reason they still alive
They should be thanking me for the way I can lyrically gift them life
I'm a lyrical genius
Or possessed by
get it while these haters just talk
(Still breaking boys off, hmm) Gotta do it for the north
Gotta do it for my hustlers in the south
(Still breaking
Still breakthrough there ain't no gap in the market (market)
Bro looks at me mad when I get ash all on his carpet (carpet)
White widow smoke hurts my
"Romans go home".
C: No it doesn't. What's Latin for "Roman"?
B: (hesitates)
C: Come on, come on!
B: (uncertain) "ROMANUS".
C: Goes like?
B: "-ANUS".
C:
the snakes were all around
Now I'm back in grown and I don't do no favors for a child
You should know it write down like a poet
Yo bitch need a Heisman by
love)
Ooh could it be I'm still in love? (Ow)
You got me going straight jack boy
I can't help it i can't shake it (Oh no)
Don't wanna make me don't make
Saturday night and you`re still hangin` around
Tired of livin` in your one-horse town
Like to find a little hole in the ground
For a while
So
a saint"
Down the hallway footsteps were comin' for the Jack of Hearts
The backstage manager was pacing all around by his chair
"There's something funny
poison, I'm poised
They picking my verse
See the dirtiest of the dirtiest
The godfather
Still'll jack you with no gun
Choke you with your car charger
Slay
A nation of waitresses and waiters
Will you mix their martinis
Will you stand still for it
Or will you take to the hills
It could be clay and it could
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