Lyrics:
still recorded
Stugangboys till I die right
And it started out on Harlan drive right
Taking L rides at the stop light
Up on Oak Street where we buy right
they miss
It's a strong record, a record for the strong
For those who appreciate real rap songs
Listen how I won't allow myself to go off track
stop when they hit you in your top and back
No cocking back, silly motherfucker, you ain't heard 'bout this
The clips hang down to the dick
That's
nerves
I got kids "Actin' a Fool" from the traps to the burbs
My filthy mouth, it won't fight cavities or beat plaque
So I shot the tooth fairy and took
stop when they hit you in your top and back
No cocking back, silly motherfucker, you ain't heard 'bout this
The clips hang down to the dick
That's
might earn respect
But the OPD found it hard to accept
I got jacked by the [unverified]
Face down on the ground, keep my hands in sight
Put
the sickest drama
Fierce enough to pierce the thickest armor
I smack bitches who try to suck dick through the condom
Playing with the mic is something I won't
or the bars
To bob your head and nod
I recall, so many never ever thought you'd make it
So sad they were mistaken
The joy they tried to take it
Mama said
this they don't hit, they miss
It's a strong record, a record for the strong
For those who appreciate real rap songs
Listen how I won't allow
Tell a whole story by painting a picture
Different colours by creating a mixture
Pumping out songs, like it's an addiction
Move to a new canvas, like
Pull up she ask me the fragrance, say Mary Jane by the pound
Goons unruly they rude
Shoot you then lay low in boom, niggas ain't bob with the tool
affirming
Switch shirts when we riding
Case a nigga get pulled over, keep me rising
When you living like this,
She won't never wanna leave with these new hoes
exaggerate
Keep it real and only speak about the shit I hate
Don't hate the people just the ‘tudes
The attitudes
So lose the attitude, and I won't be
drama,
Fierce enough to pierce the thickest armor
I smack bitches who try to suck dick through a condom
Playing with the mic is something I won't do
stepped into the Hall of Fame and put my frame on the wall
I'm like a Michelangelo painting that hangs in the vault
They gated me off, by Hendrix while he
throws a Eastside party like we do
Nobody, no one does it better
So watch ya clock, the clock tickin'
But it won't stop tickin' 'cause everybody kickin'
the beat go
Hit you with something that'll rock ya frame
I feel like an animal
Surrounded by a freakshow
Ready to jump when im out the cage
If they can find
smoking gas and its medical,fuck the police we gon bend the rules,
I'm finna go in take a ride with me, did my dirt by my self no one riding with me, bob
Don't know you dudes
I'm so Un-Traditional, you so regular, you so basic, you so unoriginal
Not a second go by that I'm not offending you
They say
or the bars
To bob your head and nod
I recall, so many never ever thought you'd make it
So sad they were mistaken
The joy they tried to take it
Mama said
or the bars
To bob your head and nod
I recall, so many never ever thought you'd make it
So sad they were mistaken
The joy they tried to take it
Mama said
KINGSTONE JAMAICA
ME NOT JOKE
ME NOT PLAY
ME NOT GET STOP
RESPECT ABUBAKA
RESPECT MANDELA
BOB MARLEY TELL THE DREAD RASTA WORLD
STEVIE WONDER
IF YOU
Hmmm, I don't even wanna fuckin do this song for real, but I wouldn't be real if I didn't
I be sittin' by myself and I be thinkin' mama what have
Stuck on the phone
Gave up by the morning
Meet me on Garvey
Send me a flick
I must insist
Bob and weave like Marley
Smokin' weed by the garden
Told
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