Lyrics:
Automatic five years in jail
For any person caught with a uh with a with a
Rock of uh crack cocaine crack cocaine
Hunter Biden's on crack rock
la-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la
Joy
The CEO of excuses
The prince of masking my pain
I used to high-five my woes
I used to know them by name
'Til I found
someone makes you well aware
That love might not be for you and then you will never care
Money stare
That's what people do when I'm walking in there
Don't
the side of that atlas
That practiced throw weaves on baskets
Carved masks on cedar plaques
We live by the law of the land
Don't take what you can't
world,
He just take you out the states.
Syrup by the crate, man I'm on my eighth,
It make me move slow so I'm a be a little late... Mula
[Chorus:]
Hey
Verse 1: Po3
I’m motivated by the notion of being overrated or under-appreciated for greatness
I know the matrix, with the numbers on the screen I
was finished
But that’s all a lie
’Cos there’s children in them sweatshops
Some as young as four or five
Check the tongue on your trainers
These slave
on
People
Vogue
Elle or Star magazine
For advice on what
To model at church
Next week
And ladies - sweet ladies
Forget about your wisdom
And all
that my life could slowly pass me by
Never knew why had I, being paid so little,
Worked so dang hard but couldn't solve the riddle
Didn't get
ride momma is working and trying
Provide for the family today (Day)
Only take action don't say
Little by little we move (Move)
Think of my nieces that
Let me tell you about a boy who had a little dream
Pushed it to the side people criticize things
Walking around seeing everybody grow wings
Now he
Mary Mary’s little lamb is
One of three absorbed
My friend, you are the pecking order’s whore
Kshhht! Roger dodger
Camp of the squalid contra
The single
dollars
I could pay for you to go to college
Sometimes a little modest but yo I'm no trick, girl
Collect cash is the motto
Ya'll quick fast tryna come up in
a pulse from pulse
Work it
Sweat pours from my pores
People get live cos rap got a drive in this jive
Fuck a nine to the five I'm all the time
DJ fuck cut
Verse 1:
Another late night, the lights go down
Another day gone by, another town
She sits alone by a window,
She bleeds alcohol in line
She hides
Mykel Hawk the rap master and I’m faster than your five G’s
The talk is that bastard will splash like the high seas
I’m barking with laughter
Steady getting sweated by the opposition
Could you handle
All this scandal
And keep on stepping like boots and sandals
My handle, is young
ever been a fear
These people say they red carpet but never do appear
And I just be there with the shit that I wear
Oh yeah, it's something bad
a little ring
The voice of a angel telling me my name
Telling me that one day I'mma be a great mane
Transforming with the Megatron Don spittin out flames
Ecstasy, ecstasy, ahh
Ecstasy, ecstasy, what?
Ecstasy, ecstasy, huh
Ecstasy...
[Hi-C]
Now it's this little bitty pill that be doin the most
Throw it
back, we got family ties
If I do, I can't rap, that's suicide
These niggas telling, turn you to felons, twenty-five
I can't have my babies walking
the rafters
Lately, people like to call me OG
How nice of you to make a
Fuss of little old me
Hit 'em again hit 'em again
Hit 'em again hit 'em again
I stole
the heartbreak dreamers gonna be alright
Everybody sing
And I was turning twenty five in a city that don't sleep
Was feeling only half alive to the dreams
assisting all they magic
Bitch, I'm Scott Skiles, the AP been cropped out
I see a bunch of little me's that want my spot now, that's my style
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