Lyrics:
[M-Child] [Chorus x2]
Pushing rocks on the block, I'm never broke, man.
Try to saw me, you get served.. With no regard.
Boy, don't test me 'cause
derb
You fuck with the move and you'll be done with desert
[Baby Beesh]
Well now the po-po's won't leave my ass alone
I'm on the 6-10 loop by the Astro
Yeah, uh, really got to test myself nowadays
Had to flip the sample and hit it another way
I've been dodging calls like bullets, been running laps in
be
If I just stayed in school (I wonder)
Never picked up the tool (For real)
Never started bangin' foo (For real)
I ain't with all that tough guy
a song, from the loud and wrong, it don't hurt you , it make you strong
i take a bomb, and I blow the spot, i'm still J brown and you ain't forgot
turn
First, let me start by saying I’m amazing
‘Cause I made it from the bottom of the basement, no abrasion
With the patience of a winner, I’ll be
unless we get violent
Wildin', this is for my niggas that smoke weed
Live life by the day, count the proceed
Blow it back, blowin' cash in the OZ
Sunday school
L.L. Cool J is hard as hell?
So hard at night he's Jezebel
I heard the teller, Himmemel
How you think he wrote the song?
Rock the bells!
She hates my friends, my friends hate her
Takes all my time, makes me late for work
She's got another guys name tattooed on her ass
My mom and dad
I'm not a free lunch box car parked in the seat
Dead-end streetcar of desire caught by the tailpiece
I'm a jiffy pop tarts are bad for your
on the same corners
That he stood upon
I got violence in my waistband
Death in my palm
Ask 'em am I a bad guy, ya goddamn right
I done seen how ya do a
Nigga
put all of my pain into these bars
Another year just went by
Went through some real shit but I can’t go cry
I pray that I have my faith
That I get
It's like this and like that and like this
I try to put my Anger to the pen instead of fists
I'm never giving in, I gotta Take This World By Storm
Until
the mind strikes like the nine strikes
A priest by May
You reach for your uzay, when my mind spray
J-E, Rrrah-you it's a horror to you
Lyrical kung-fu so do
X-Busters, I’m,
Over dramatic like the Rock whenever he catch stunners
See you next summer, repliforce use excessive force Another war, no idea who we reppin
its found by cops
Then Im plopped into a trunk
With a thump
She’s told to relax
Pulled from the trunk to another vehicle
This one on tracks
Im thrown
in our stolen Jags
Holding stacks of ice like the polar caps
A new night another heist better guard your stash
Run upon Guy Ritchie for his cards
(My nigga Lee, I think we got another one)
Huh
Bitch fucked my mans, but I fucked her too
I just act like I ain't never knew
Told her I'm the catch
the urge’s damage till it hit the fan at work
Then the crowd down in accounting asked me out to lift a glass
Convinced by whims again that this time’s
Non prophet is another word for hug me
I'm lonely xaul Zan y'all
You're gross fucking you up since 1968
Let me hear it respect the broccoli cock
strugglin to get by
But still post a phantom pic
That's why give back to the kids
You don't kno if they hurting son
You don't know when ya the time comes
You
by they bros & I swear that shit just so bold
Talking the real feel like J. Cole
Ik my brothas all in for this life swear imma rock & they gone roll
Not by the hairs on my chinny chin chin
I'm inside right by bar it's my round
Chip n pin
J Wray & Nephew shots not on the rocks
That's a sin
Bill get
bitches Ayy, ayy
He got a brother that ain't taken shit Don't call that nigga, let him take it raw
Got a cousin named J-Rock Been down since the sandbox
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