Lyrics:
so I'm tapping in with Methamphetamine
Grown ass man by the age of seventeen, I'm too debonair
Like james bond on the seven seas
Man Some of yall be
smell like shit
all these rules out here so wrong
no more short days, now they all long
all this homework feels like jail
did all my work and a nigga
leather, this cocaine, I'm Rick James ho
I'm bill dropping Ms. Pacman, this pill popping-ass ho
I'm popping too, these blue dolphins need two coffins
All
on my wood
She a bench warmer
Easy day, Punch God, this my tenth quarter
Couldn't put up these stats
In like ten quarters
Fake ID, doing fraud, bitch, I'm
on they toes like
Bands with the gummy soles cookie cones
Smooth sailin' through these bumpy roads
In life, I'm shinin' solid gold, call me 24
Live by
reap
Seen it all before
Okay. Life gets more jarring by the day
James Harden. Take a couple steps
Back and hit the J, uh
I been in the field. Trying
twins born
And by the way they couldn't see it because they bullets they took
they couldn't take it
And you couldn't tell me that these days in my
It ain't nothin' for me to lay y'all down
They locked us up
But we managed to keep the Akon smile
Now I keep living the same
Day they gunned Trayvon
keep me going, every day's a bonus
This music is a thank you, all these songs, you really wrote 'em
Life is nothing but some moments, some we'll share
So this dude that, I ended up partnering with later on, his name's James McMillan
He comes and gets us to these meetings and shit, somehow, someway
I
and influenced by the one james brown
Godfather of soul now let the horn blow
Reflect to the days with me and marley in control
Hip hop pays now it's back
exactly what I want to avoid
But it’s hard
When you send a horny text
I reply
Like modern day James Joyce
So I send a couple of dick pics
I just wanna flirt
a fattie I had to get on it
Niggas is losing the ball
I'm shooting my shot like I want it these niggas don't want it
Nigga there aint no game 7
I'm ending
ain't got to yo
These lonely days are gone
The gnostix in our home yo
I got scars on my chest
Punk feels speak less
O.M.c cats don't mess
Baptised
to like?
We both don't got no poles or no hoes, sike
Oh shit, it's another no hook
Pockets James Cook, made yo main thing look
Lived by the book, make
of our graves
It's "fuck the world and wipe away
Your sins on your off day"
Let us all pray honestly, I'd rather not
I don't know how to save the
World but
squad was rich (woah)
Never fuckin' with these flawed ass crews and cliques
Keep the tool case I gotta unscrew your shit
Cut these niggas and these
peas in the pod
I take comfort in the rod and
The staff of my God
All these rappers always making
Lofty claims like
"Yo, I'm what happens when
James
Nashville myself
And I'll be sitting at a meeting till the business talk is faded
Just wishing I could be with you with a day well wasted
But these sold
again
She keeps his picture tucked away
She thinks she'll have it framed one day
And maybe he'll come see it there
Hanging by her rocking chair
name?
Yeah, yeah, go on then, go on then
Say my name then
These same man don't want Junior
To come around with
Zayn, Javan, Jerome, Richard, James, Jamie
slaves
What the hell is with them kids these days?
Get ya guns, the guerillas gon' bang
Treat us like animals in this race
Put that banana clip in your
By James A. White
It happened when I was 10, 10 years old
I was a totally normal kid, the truth be told
Baseball, football, shy around girls
That was
contradict, please,
Just a dollar and a dream thinking money trees,
Plant my seeds in the dirt, then maybe one of these,
Will turn into something great,
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