Lyrics:
Tryna stand up, you hit the floor again
New kill streak dropped a Guardian
Pull up wit a sickle, pull up wit a hammer
He bleed red like Kool-Aid Jammer
that belt, I don't leave it out (wow, brr)
Yeah, I got standards, ooh
Diamond Ned Flanders, ooh, ooh (yeah)
Kool-Aid jammer, uh
Cookie pack
definitely in the building
Brooklyn, Harlem World (Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City)
Stand the fuck up!
[Jay-Z]
I'm a B.K. brawler
definitely in the building
Brooklyn, Harlem World
(Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City)
Stand the fuck up!
[Jay-Z]
I'm a B.K. brawler
Marcy
sticker
Well, I brake checked him
Pissed him off
Almost caused a crash
When I passed I seen
That it was Johnny cash
Somethin' was seeming
A little weird
So
on a mountain
Couldn't wait to go somewhere that's tropical
I been catching that drank and them jammers so much
Niggas think that I work at a hospital
Niggas
I just dropped a line in the Fanta
Federal charges pending
Got caught with the jammer
Pray everyday
Got that advice from my nana
Stay with glit
Lagga, Lagga (boaw)
Lagga, Lagga (skrr)
Did off my hair plait like Spragga
Had to get cut, I was feeling para'
Can't put faith in this reboar jammer
I
the house? (Pharcyde's in the house)
So everybody get on up
Ah yes yes y'all, I got the fever for the flavor
Of a beat y'all, I stand tall gets raw like
the house? (Pharcyde's in the house)
So everybody get on up
Ah yes yes y'all, I got the fever for the flavor
Of a beat y'all, I stand tall gets raw like
trust a shank, when I cheffed up-, bent
I know this hammer ain't no jammer
But I still don't trust this skeng (big beretta, big berretta)
I don't even
dawg from us
And wonder why we don't even like them mother fuckers
I know some chains that been made for my. brothas
I know you bang but you banging off
Put it in a bookbag, haha airbourn made this
And free him out that slammer
I got juice no Kool-Aid jammer
And I got what you need (O oh)
Baby girl
moment
I knew Justin would be headin'
For platforms bigger than that stage
I knew he would stand tall in this world"
Started out in Nasty Crew
Just
Real niggas, stand up (stand up)
Real niggas, stand up (stand up)
Real niggas, stand up (stand up)
Real niggas, stand up
Heard you caught them
blam, homie?
What the fuck wrong with you dudes?
I got this stick in my sweater
Play with glicky, no jammers
Throw on my hoodie, no cameras
I poured
Rolls Royce wit the top back
Off whites and a white tee wit the Kool laid Jammers in the back pack
Gotta get on my grind now
Putting my heart in a verse
Jammer
Rip me off, poke a hole as standard
Sink deep, soul sucking commander
Leave me empty I'm in love with disaster
Treat me like a Kool-Aid Jammer
Rip
To come and damage you
I got that gas and my stay shit flammable
You know what I spit intangible
Everybody sound so practical
Tryin to come off like you
mindset unfortunately means
We're done having this conversation
Had to get it off my chest
Had to get it off my breast
I flew over the cuckoo's nest
No more
niggas stand up
See these fake niggas really can't stand us
I start dunking like NBc jammers
Just make sure you catch that bitch camera
Can't relate
the party
Yes the gods be, working on another slammer
Alphabetic hammer, rock with the jammer
Jammer, jammer, jammer
[Scaramanga]
Nubile style refined like
like the "Tag, You're It" rap
StateFarm come round, slap off your cap
These boy's words are coming too flat
Be careful, you might get banned
Purchasing
yeah, yeah
Call a jammer, I'll call a jammer
You don't play fag, no fear him
And no, I don't fear him
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I pull on Tinder just like
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