Lyrics:
Of choosing who gets to test
When you put a flame next to ganja
So I'm inhaling, exuding a friendly scent
And I'm drooling while hitting resin
My music just
an Louie been filling the scars from the pain up with cotton
You thought shits a game now you hate while you watchin
Stay in my lane in this race I aint
Terrible mix of relics, wrought from a land overseas with a big bag of tricks.
Their plan: affix their ideals on those who gave them these great
of twine ripped in two
Could be used but that is nothing new
Holding on, by a thread
Who knows how long I'll be misled
Down the line out of time
Do you hear
along
Cause all you need is a big ol' dream
Three chords and a song
He grew up on a cotton farm
Down near Mexico
Didn't look like much
But he
strong, pack that bong,
We be creepin like Cotton Eyed Joe,
Yeah where I come from there ain't much to do,
Except stay up late, and a smoke on tubes,
Workin
Niggas out on the block wit
Metric tons of the uncut
Grab the mic like who want what?
Smoke a whole loaf on the Gold Coast
By the river, talkin shit wit
mile
Ah, roll over
Ooooooooooo, yeah
Arranged a local dance, by your great aunt vance
Who could kill with a glance, oh aunty vance
What an awesome
down we don't drive by
That LBN that's mob ties
These niggas lying they ain't on nothing
These niggas missing ain't hit nothing
Put the switch
Breathe Breathe Breathe
Ngraffipikin Breathe
Abakwa Breathe
James Town breathe
Bamenda Breathe
Africa Breathe
I find love in this place
I breathe
and compadre-ay-ays
Menu for today-ay-ay happens to be the emcee-ay-ay
With a slice of ham and a sunny side ay-ay-egg
I choose a new style to play-ay-ay
Me and James
Catfish John was a river hobo who lived and died by the river's bed,
Looking back I still remember I was proud to be his friend.
Mama said, Don't go
was a river hobo
Who lived and died by the river's bed
Looking back, I still remember
I was proud to be his friend
Mama said, "Don't go near that river
on the streets, they don't know who I am
I watch them from my room, they are just passing by
I'm not just anyone, said I'm not just anyone
I got my time machine,
pickin' before the winter sets in
Now here while back when the crop was laid by
Remember who took us on a big fish fry
Caught a heap of catfish
by the creek while we smoking by da creek
Niggas die for they chain cause flossing ain’t cheap
I see gold on your body, ill lay a nigga down in his
meet in James Bond shit?
Another foreign car driven by a convict
Aventador matte black Akon lips
Nas ether niggas, Game napalm shit
Niggas say my
Martin Luther and my brother Malcolm
(I'll die for you)
And my ancestors picking cotton
(I'll die for you)
My close homies that get it popping
(I'll die
Thought I'd be used to this
Thought I'd be used to this
Thought I'd be used to this by now
No, I ain't
No, I ain't
No, I ain't
Thought I'd be used
by a lil' reefer
My Beats Pill speaker
And my 200 millilitre Hennessy
I hit ya lil' chica told that bitch to "Ven aqui"
Then proceed to bend her
Disappear off the scene
No im not swayze im ghost like im casper
Feeling like corey james the way that im drippin in all of this leather
I bet you they blast
of your range
You niggas is weird, you niggas is strange
But imma stay up and go hard like I'm James
And you gon' be old making minimum wage
I count all my
Cause of that man
Five time champ
Had clamps
Plus fast hands
Foot work dumb
Up and und
Like a lap dance
Now
It’s evident
Kobe by far
Is the most skilled
ink are bullets
Cause I write with a weapon
A Minerva Owl
Creeping through the night hour
If you ain't selling weed
Then it's white powder
On that James
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