Lyrics:
You know it's Johnny three when you watch that body fall
When you fuck with J-3-T, he's like fuck it kill 'em all
Ain't no body bag boy, we'll feed
Go
I'm gonna burn you down
You'll feel the greatest pain
Hell will soon be your new home
Fire will surround you
You can't escape
You're too late
looked at me when I played it forher
She said, “Uh, I like the music
You know, baby, the melody it’s really nice
But I know you’re not gonna sing that
you're near or whether you're far as the stars
Baby just get here I need you right beside me now when the rain is falling down
I got it bad for you baby I
You're the kind of guy that girl ignored
I'm drivin' a Caddy, you fixin' a Ford
My name is Joseph Simmons, but my middle name's Ward
And when I'm
You're the kind of guy that girl ignored
I'm drivin' a Caddy, you fixin' a Ford
My name is Joseph Simmons, but my middle name's Ward
And when I'm
moved around
Bunch of lost crabs in the bucket dying to be found
Then u finally make it out get ate alive by the crowd
When I was young it was a war but
Alright now that we got that out of the way, lets double up
It's your boyfriend
Look here, we're in the club
You're trying to decide whether
didn't know me very well
Cause by this time you'd know
I'd never take it back
From what I said before
Way before
We locked each other out the door
Way
you’re mad when you see me walking by
Cuz I look so good and my hips don’t lie
Cannot relate to the drama, I be fucking up karma
Go and run up to your
As you know
The small and flexible parts
In the smaller version
Work like an umbrella
A hemispherical trap door bends it down
And then the radio chip
to lose
Even if I go back to when I was the one holding me down
I got nothing to lose
You do what you want
I know this was planned for me
I got nothing
the front yard down on 67 terrace
My mom planted radishes and carrots
Cabbages and hairless
Marijuana plants until my next door neighbor
Went and ratted
much times I slapped up fiends for knockin' my mum's door?
My friend robbed my friend, now I gotta get his shit back
Chasin' all these young bucks
everyday
Waking up is so refreshing
Tryna find my way
Down this cold dark road
Lost both my folks
By 12 years old
I ain't asking for no sympathy
Maybe a lil
the couple she had
placed a spell on their house.
BAKER
What spell?
WITCH
In the past, when you were no more than a babe,
your Father brought his young wife
watch out when I come to Harlem
So don't whisper or make a sound or croak
Shit ya prop, go straight back down ya throat
Everyday all day this be
unpredictable when it comes to my version of rap
Still feeling sick that’s cool with me n**** go take a nap
Apparently I’ve become bigger than my own dreams
Ever
it's never too late to stop being a bitch
A magazine and some pictures is a nigga's whole world
When I was down them niggas fell out so I'm riding with
young to feel something real
Tiny liquor bottles in the mini bar
Riding round with the top down singing
Every single song we grew up to, made love to
Get
to Free, eyes wide open I ain't even gon
Blink, that's how it be when you come up and you're raised up by the
Streets, my young boys wanna kill, but I told
we met when I had worked at Hollister
She love my hair and by that I guess you guess Adrianna
Cause, she had worked in the salon right next
of the wrist
The hook gettin' hot when you're flippin' the brick
Forty-one points, VVS on swish
Livin' this life in the cameras and lights
Hell of a life
through the back door entrance
Shocked it was unlocked, when I walked in, I smelled incense
Chased by a weed aroma, empty Guinnesses
And lipstick marks
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