Lyrics:
these formalities man I like to chill out
Pull the trigger than we squeeze show you what we about
Show you what we about
I'm the realist nigga born in
i am so wild
Can't comprehend my gorilla style
Do you understand ive gone juvenile
Better watch your step cause im volatile
Your chick is a zombie my
Straight out of Jersey to the Slum Village
I lyrically pillage at a high percentage
And you critics keep your mouths in it like you questioned by the feds
My
romance? What you know about sex? What you know about sufferin’ and gag reflex? I LIKE IT RUFF! What you know about reachin’ your peak on the edges
down under
Brain on nerd IQ like Ivy Schools
Someone tell Harvard get her number
If you want a shirt, buy two
It's the burbrat drip, but Barnett my real
the old school didn't pave the way
What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today
If the old school didn't pave the way (ain't nothin' like the old
prove my shit and dump
Blast ryhmes like I pump turn your belly to jelly
Veteran MC I don't think you rookies is ready
Three hundred and fifty
and replied, "Why yes
But I prefer the term African American Express"
Brains, power, and muscle, like Dame, Puffy, and Russell
Your boy back on his hustle,
I gotta get the dough, gotta run the show
I'm flipping like a kilo, stash a million or so
Go for what you feel and deal wit this
'Cause I'm
broad day, them niggas was pointin' fingers
What the fuck I look like bein' a hater? I made it happen for 'em
My lil' nigga started touchin' paper, I
druggin like that
Luggin the Mak, LeReece all nice with K-mont in the back
Blunts and stunts is what's rolled up
Once it's lit it's hit, and if you ask
You been covering up the pain
Tell me what is on your brain
Been staring at the same 4 walls and the paint
Thinking on my life
Thinking what is gon'
slangin' them kis,
I'm puttin' in it your face, Juvenile lookin' for a bitch now,
Don't have no time for no foreplay, I'm simply gonna lay this dick down
stepping to me if you really wanna face your fears
You'll feel these lyrics long after they hit like some whiplash
Way we conjuring this shit in the studio
fuck the bar
Fuck them, fuck security
I put a gun to your girl
That's how I fuck her
(Fuck ya)
Even Juvenile say
He don't give a fuck
(Violence)
Beyond
bling, ah, bling bling, what?
Bling bling, what? Bling bling, what?
Bling bling, what? Bling
Lil Weezy, Big Tymers, Juvenile
BG, Lil Turk
Ya heard
juveniles
Get your shit together, I hate changing diapers
Yeah
Remind you motherfuckers thats just the intro
I dont like you rappers that rap so simple
got a Bobby Boucher mind
Ya brain ain't do the proper healin'
Now go 'head
Tap my pockets like you did Goodz if you want
I'ma let you but what I'm a do
got a dose of your love, hooked like Fentanyl (Fentanyl)
They say the later you wait to quit, the harder you fall (you fall)
You took me to your
We do it for fun
If you see me ma it's on
Come here girl, what your name is?
Where you from? Turn around, who you came with?
Is that your ass or your
real world is, only a dream
I love you cat
I love you too
Jour body moved slow and your brain did too
Your mind was wrecked by drugs
I'm glad I don't
and your sister from the jailhouse (jailhouse)
When you died, I was doin' time, I couldn't bail out (bail out)
Sometimes my stomach be hurtin' right by my
Relax with us
And take some time to
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Our brains are helped by chips that weld into our nerves
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And just behold what our brains are told
I'm
come through it get hotter than a soup kitchen
I leave clips in your head like a beautician
I hit one, you hit one, that mean two alive
But if they
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