Lyrics:
hitta since I hopped in
And I'm still goin' ain't no stoppin'
When yo homie got shot you ain't stop shit
Then yo brotha got jumped you ain't hop in
Say
dick ew you're swallowing poo
You got fucked by Tommo and Johnno and Joe and Nicholas
It's so ridiculous I bet you have loads of syphilis
I hate when you
to love me like Nelson
I went to Robben's Island analysing, that's where his cell is
So I could find clarity—like, how much you cherish me?
Is this
Pussy does not impress me I got something called control
I got so much patience got it by the boatload
You got try to harm me for you to get a response
I
with cousin mel
Grandma got run over by a reindeer
Walking home from our house Christmas Eve
You can say theres no such thing as Santa
But as for
're guided by Facebook and Hey Google
You'll absorb so much more about doing fine when you're poor and being more careful and grateful and frugal
Maybe you
the bird you can call it a sign
I came to body em, I'm never worrying
Thinking bout numbers leave that to the followers
Talk so much shit are they rapping
Rap game in the fast lane, with a gas tank
Filled with half of these trash lames
I have to say I'm such a Joey's last name
Bino boy, why you spit so
fruit hangin' off the tree
I'm a mango mami, pero te quiero papi
But not more than I want to be makin' so much money
You gon' hit my phone when I get
ain't no way back from that
The pain in his voice echoes through the whole ward
Kelly's so saddened by the shock of it all
She can't speak, but the eyes
my last song of the evening
Hope you guys had a good time
You know I do it for you
We gon rock like this
I am so open
Smoking to Joe Rogan
And I
by the fact
Nigga's telling too much
It's a shame how these nigga's
Always jelling in such
You can't handle the truth
The words that we speak
It's time
to the lyrics Joe I never fronted
Screaming in this microphone like my lungs bionic
Some may ask me: "Where'd you get such a tight flow?"
I tell em: "From all
Thinkin' 'bout a dollar
So if you ain't talkin' dollars
I ain't tryna holla
My heart cold cause I grew up without a
Father but it really made me smarter
doesn't get it or wanna you see
He's an immigrant with nothing
So his currency's honor
He already promised the relative she would
Be the bride for his son
camera, that shit be throwin' me off
You ready?
Start it off
(You go)
You ain't gotta leave out, it's just I know I'm on film ya heard me?
So it fuck
the greater man's game, to bounce off my losses
So I can earn the acres (uh), the houses (yeah), the horses (huh)
Of course it's much greater than your Benz
Yeah, uh, yeah, Loyalty, haha
She was sixteen maybe seventeen, uh
Who you gonna trust?
And Life Goes On (2002)
The timin ain't me, it's like,
of thеm all
Was counted out so much
But found another underdog in you to
Finally trust with my past life
I struggled with expression of my thoughts
These
before till Wu-Syndicate lock shit
How you stoppin, mega popular, modern mobster
Joe Mafia, Jay got me in bicolulars
{Myalansky}
Yo snatch run, shoot out,
Calm down...
[Joe Budden]
Look, I was such a lost soul, just wanted to be down with something
Look at your son now mommy I amounted to something
You
of your parents side by side in I.C.U (everybody lose)
Closed casket so they can't have a proper wake
Don't interfere with family business, that's how we
If there was such a thing
As a wish come true true
I would wish for you to love
Me just as much as I love you
Uh I wish they see the true beauty in
I'm not tryin' to start anything
By comin' up to you tonight
I know that he's yours now
It's sinkin' in with time
But tonight I've had to much
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