Lyrics:
your neighborhood bros
You had a question and asked the man, "What are those"
I have proof that all your videos are click bait
That's why everyone gives
album flop and looking like we don't know what happened
Used to think it was about pursuing a deal
Only three niggas moving units for real
That's Drizzy
hidin' from me
(What the fuck, nigga?)
I'ma hold it down for God
I don't care who ridin' for me
Mama havin' dreams, she cryin' to me (Mama)
Prepared for
It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I keep from goin' under
Broken glass everywhere
People pissin' on the stairs, you know they
Took that nightmare left turn to get out of town
Ran into the decreasing speed limits again
What should I do? (Eat breakfast)
What should I do? (Eat
goes by I'm so polite hmm... you're very pretty
Well ain't that nice
We keep our dreams in big glass bottles
By the bathroom door
Just waiting for
make me inject
Just being a wife or maybe a friend
That's maybe a sket
And I'ma do something I maybe regret
Later in life
But you know what's popping off
Cash money nigga I'm that shit
Weezy Baby, ugh
That's what I'm talking about
Now Fab, spit at these niggaz and let them know why they ain't fuckin'
that can fuck wit that
We split up, we tied up, my nigga whats up with that
Letting the devil get in, to the pen
Devils pretending to be friends
We
add up all the money that you
Made from every battle that you ever had
That wouldn't even be half of what
I'm getting paid for this you make me sick
cute, full of too much sass
I met a life long friend, played guitar until my fingers bled
Made an album together that wasn't good
I read a lot of books
ain't never have no impact
Kit-Kats and chit-chats and syntax won't make up for how much you sit back
I think that nigga scared
He never leave Heaven
can , turn around do your due for the money, what's the risk you would take for the cake, type of shit that the hooligans hunting, got em looking from
a bundle of this
For the jungle lists, jump to this
Kris from that Bronx, New York
You best a-walk or get bucked like a pork
Rewind, stop whining I'm
need a bitch so bad that she take up my whole week, Sean Don
Miscellaneous minds are never explainin' their minds
Devilish grin for my alias aliens
I hope you all are at peace, peace, peace
It’s like a jungle sometimes
Debate your fate and how the words of The Book were designed
Fight for
ain't no real food
This ain't for your good
Take a second think about
What's really going on
And that's it right there
Ain't no body got time for this
Got
jungle
Whiz that take a quiz, shoot you down in one bundle
My rhymes are motivating, your body responds
With the center party people gettin funky for mine
something i love
Went under the pass to a
Show called joe black
Wasn’t there to see pitt that
Flick looked so whack
Saw gungans in mist what i
Wished had come
and waltzes by Strauss
And can you (as cats do) begin with a 'C'
That always triumphantly brings down the house?
Jellicle cats are queen of the nights
Singing
dealer around, let's go, pound for pound
Twenty thousand for a feature, you better book me now
Bright lights out in Vegas, they got our name in the papers
will
And handsomely
And dear old friend
Now that we are clear, old friend
That's all very well but till you're gone
You'll wait upon my boss' whim
friends are
And sometimes I wonder about my enemies see
I got a lot of scars and trauma that still haunts me
And sometimes I do hope that the people close
riders on a
Horse that's going lame
For the way of the world is upside down
They can all hold handswhen
They walk through town
Side by side with a book
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