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funny?
I don't know cause he talks about his
Battle with Freeway like the four
Touchdowns he scored back in high school
You the black Al Bundy
Y'all wanna
get you touched I can still make moves sitting in a cell
Faith just like a Christian, Cannalean all in his system
Middle school stay getting suspended
to kid, kid?
to the Hollywood school
teaching everything's cool
who you tryin' to kid, kid?
to the Greenwich mockingbird
who has gotta have the last
Why these ppl doing extra
I'm bout to school em' hear my lecture
A nigga back applying pressure
Going to extreme measures
I'm with her for
Christian Dior I just came from the store
You number 9 but I take you 4
2020 I'm still rocking them jordans
Rick Owens got my arms looking foreign
I
One time I was in the checkout line
Behind Steven Seagal
Once I'm pretty sure Mr. Jonah Hill
Was in the very next bathroom stall
My best friend's
estoy j*diendome la liga
Oh no te llevare paris o suiza
Oh no deje la school por ibiza
Christian Dior
quiero fama quiero minas quiero un deal
Quiero
A race of demigods - evolutionary mini Grods
Gorillas in the mist steady hollin "gimme God!"
Thinking that's the truth we learned in school, but it's
One time I was in the checkout line
Behind Steven Seagal
Once I'm pretty sure Mr. Jonah Hill
Was in the very next bathroom stall
My best friend's
If I was President, all Blacks will have reparation, no segregation
Feed the nation 'til there is no famine
Muslims, Jews, Christians would all hold
my nose be dripping for real
My team is loaded I feel like Im Stark
She pitching a fit it get hit out the park
I turn that boy to a old school Cav If
movin' left, let it show you what is right
Picture yourself when now as a lil' youngin', an Oxon Hill youngin'
numbing down the pain, tryin' to see if he
he all about pesos
Switcharoo on your main bitch, me
And my nigga, hell nah, we won't date hoes
You speaking about Christian Louboutin? Well
We get
tell my mom where I've gone
I can't tell anyone at all you see
My best friend Sam was raped by a man that
We knew 'cause he worked
In the after-school
on yo wrist, ooh i see you boo
And naw you aint teaching, girl you run the school
Cuz you stay in that Fendi and Louie too
Christian and Dior yea yea
You
Let me go old school on this one
You know when you get on
Get on your road to glory
Satan is going to try
Try and flag you down
But you just keep
duckin when I'm comin Nigga run for the hills
Fa real
Still a nigga too gone
Subzero temperature, you already kno what I'm on
I'm froze
Still a nigga too
Long ago a land was built
To be a shining city on a hill
No kings, no aristocracy
Just a belief in liberty
And the tale that they were told in
wanted to be like my daddy
Had to go get me a bag, hop on the flight and I upper the classy
I bought A house on the hill
I drink it straight out the sill
Clue
And I'm tryna get up in
Your ear like a Bluetooth
This the who's who of the
Christian rap new school
School in session anti-trap and
Anti-crap
heaven for grace tell Him you want it now
Separate yourself thats the recipe
Spend time with God
He'll hill like Beverly
One time for the Christ one time
show to school
Now they want doing shows for the school
When I made a milli' boy I had to move
Went straight for the hills, we in Malibu
These hoes
the best of you only comes out when you push the skeptical doubters down hill and they give in like a damaged boot
Face off with me...watch me eat ima
Three children died in school today
From a legally purchased military grade
Weapon of war
So the senators swore
They would lower the age to eighteen
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