Lyrics:
keep it tucked
Drive by in a semi truck
They not real they pretend they us
I’m turning up I’m lit as fuck
Jungle juice just fill my cup
Got enemies but I
I've got you on my mind Soaring through silent skies Over the coastal city
'Cross the ocean
And I'm carried on a breeze Up north is where I'm going
Raskit
Everyting live, opposite of casket
And the corn live too, make you do a hand spin
Then a backflip, shoulda written pamphlet
Trust, no plan B
MC
lucky number for me
that was the age when I discovered how good balling could be
up every morning with the birdies doing little drills
go to my left go
You ready J?
"Heavy Thinkers- Got The World Spinning Hectic"
"Heavy Thinkers- Got The World Spinning Hectic"
"Heavy Thinkers- Got The World Spinning
Yeah, yeah, yeah triple c
yo, yo, yo
I just want to inform you that triple c is back from my tomb,
I was buried for a while but I came back
if it's meant for me
If it's meant to be, already know it's up to me
Keep it G, wrote this song on New Year's Eve
Had a vision of you vibing to these
that two-twos your only gun
If you wanna know when I'ma squash beef with them punks
When you see J Hus make a song with Kojo Funds
I let her ride my
J.C. Fogerty
Was Ridin' along side the highway, rollin' up the country side.
Thinkin' I'm the devil's heatwave, what you burn in your crazy mind?
I'm back by popular demand
Well not really, but my optimism's grand
A little success has got me in a jam
I never thought I'd say I got too many
smart
Got up in the field, I started trapping now I'm street smart
Rifle turned into a shotty told that nigga play his part
You gon make me go there, if I
life on the line what else you want me to give
Even thinking that this war was wrong I move along
Just did my 3rd tour it's the same ole song
By the time
Some think a picture tells a 1000 words,
But a j peg shouldn't get y'all concerned
Don't judge a book by its cover is cliche
So take a look and hate,
In the fisticuffs in Frederick Street
I don't wanna be, I don't wanna be, you don't wanna be,
We don't wanna be there..
Fosters club was full up
The scent of danger brings me to the edge of panic
Now I'm caught in the plot that was thought up
Satanic like mayo – dayo- daylight comes
And I
chat smackback to the white pages
Phonebook don't look me up have a sook
Shef can't get to the phone I'm crook
Triple J feel free to suck a fat one
It
to ride
Hatters and snitches can't slide
Play with my name is suicide
That thang will go off
And sang to u like Mary J Blige
Niggas always wanting something
drinking margaritas by the bottle
all these fellas they keep staring
while I'm dicing avocado
She said ""I'll meet you at a quarter to four""
I was so damn
though
Would you? Not no
Pot stirrer but the pots moving slow
Cutie chica got the rougie glow
Boogie fro eye like crow
Red eye concealed by cheek bone
speaking of, you clowns ain't up to par
E
For excellence, that's me and Tre and Myles, the fuck you thought?
Raining 'fetti, kings of that, and I ain't
on stealth
Every shotgun shell
Will bid you farewell
Like eBay
Put a A.P.B.
Out on J.P.B.
Cause this is D-Day
sell out for the fame, but I'ma make it with my gang
Running up and now I'm ready, and they ain't gonna forget it
J Coyn Drive is in the building, And I
Des moments heureux que nous avons vécus
Flagrance des soirées
Avec mon homme and de nombreux rires
Mais n'est-ce pas tout? Ce don't j'ai besoin?
Pretty chill when I was lil and just knew friends would come and go
I took stage notes signed by Spirit alone
And I heard my boy J.C say "Riv, You're gonna
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