Lyrics:
the pocket rocket
Smokin' good gas and I'm laughing
Watching Chris Tucker
Whole lot of chains and they
Swingin' call me Quavo Busta
Every time I step out make
wanna be the, the, the king
They wanna be the, the, the king
They wanna be the, the, the king (king)
[Verse 1: Jay-Z (Chris Martin)]
Inspired by
forgot I'm young
They told me age was just a number I was fifteen buying drugs
Man when the fuck did I hit twenty-one
Okay this come up hard now I can't
as a possum, but I can't defend
Killed way too many rappers at cyphers for my age
19 never felt so great
By the time you hear this prolly have 20 candles
Yeah this the one right here
Meka., sixteen
Young Taylor growing up, 20 years old
But let me speak on something 4 years back
This a story about
anyway
Why not today just obliging their logic
Teaching of the gnostics, blessed with the gift seen it coming like a prophet
20-20, I witness this
Walk in
nine eleven keeps ringing in my head.
I'll always remember something Chris Rock said.
Don't send no more candles,
No matter what you do.
Then
A bigger man to help me down my road
I cried a tear for my mother,
She deserved a better man,
A stronger man,
To embrace her soul
Ruined by a weaker
did gently fall
We one by one relit them all
Till each dream was awakened
And then there to that light
This young Child showed to me
All
Chris
Don't wanna fuck around and kill my dawg, they gon' do me like I'm Vic
They gon' really hate me if I sign a deal
I'm go buy rain, crash
Can she make a pudding well, Charming Billy?
She can make a pudding well, I can tell it by the smell
But she's a young thing and cannot leave her
the proof right there
And I don't play by the rules, but I play quite fair
And if you handed me a pen and said sign right there
I'd say give me 20 minutes
Old school bitches tryna spark me up some reefah
Set it off quick I aint talking queen latifah
Twenty twelve shit I was coolin on the bleachers
Same
I got a lot of ammo
You ain't a soldier 'cause you rocking camo
Young Rambo, hundred million fans though
And I do it big, you a iPod Nano
Fire
This gon be the realist shit I ever wrote
You gonna probably have to run this back and take some notes
As a young'n it was etched in me
This child's
admit I been tempted by drugs
I admit that I just need a hug (I)
I admit the devil talk to me sometimes
But the devil is not who I trust (yeah, not who
niggas your type twice before
I'm in that white velour, look at the flights I bought
These mothafuckin' hoes got a right to war
When a young real nigga
young
Devil's always on my back
Tryna play me
By now I always thought
That I'd be accidentally famous
Maybe if I fall in love
We can say we made it
We can
can stay young
Devil’s always on my back
Tryna play me
By now I always thought
That I’d be accidentally famous
Maybe if I fall in love
We can say we
Ruth Chris this evening oh most certainly
Money my life I feel like a stock broker
Dropping a wire on a Cuban link choker
Love getting hate giving going
Uzi by my side, Uzi by my side
Uzi by my side, Uzi by my side
I know what you really want, I could give it to you
Bitch I’m young and stupid if I
and my lows, they ain't know about it, bitch
Burn a bridge, act like I don't know you, probably by your social
I bought my bitch, what she want and take
was a virgin
My nigga, she made me a slut, oh yeah (freeze)
She tryna fuck on that lil' nigga Chris
I said ,"Baby, just pay me a buck," oh yeah
by The Bell
Everyone is coming to your house
(Coleman Hawkins and Lester Young
Buddy bolden and Charlie too
Calloway and Armstrong
Al Cohn and Sam
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