Lyrics:
new york
To break it down to straight english, what the fuck you want?
Remember me? you punk fagot crab emcee
Get your shit broke in half for fucking
Left France I was just knee-high
Coming from a place that's gritty that they call Grigny aka gny Gri
Rolling through the city driving thinking what
hit by the bullet, so may the force
Be with you, and I'll hit you when better time permits
For now, give me examples of why you're the shit!
But how
it play in the modern world
By me kings reign
By me kings reign
You can have all the diamonds you want
But if you want to see things plain
Get wisdom
Yea
We gotta run it back
(Run it up we run it back)
I just been cooking
Me and B
Me and B he a rookieee
Okay
(We gotta run it back)
Call me chef
Freeing you
Maybe I'm too caught in it
I'm crying on your front step
You come out and call me out
Don't fight it out
Let's talk it out
I can’t be alone
I
composure with all these comedy writers I
Call you composers
Your careers been dead
I'm starting to smell all the odors
They decomposing
I compost thru
talk
Call me back when you find some time
We can cross right by
So I hear the crowd applauses
My body cannot sync in
I'm tired of these Roses
Can't
And when the dealer calls and has got you by the balls
You tell him that ya, you tell that ya had it from me
Now don't you know that I'm the American Son?
a prince, magic jaun a pimp
I learned the word bitch from you, so why can't a nigga get rich from you
These are English words
Scarred to be used by geeks
(That's what us in the business like to call a callback)
And Tyler speaks for me sometimes
He says "if we're God's unwanted children then so be it"
But I
blown away by some modern-day gust
Chase me down the street
Into my hotel suite
The boredom of assumed success
Is gonna be the death of me
You can
a good song
To usher you through the gloom
When I see your face after the flight home
I know I'm not alone
When you call my name through the modern
So when I call your name
Spill the name you actually go by and something you did over summer
Okay, first up...Ana...stia
Omg, hey. My name is
they say "Poppa, very"
Look forward to me like commissary
All of a sudden, now everybody Big Willie
Done did it, come with it
Get your head splitted
I'm exhausted
You wanna wrestle just pick up and call me
At 3:16 I'll be chilling with Austin
This shit is making me sick I been coughing
You in my
don't know they got em
Momma blinded by her ego tell me where's her knowledge
Didn't notice other room suicide robbed em
Once a parent now her title
of the beginning i can tell it to myself
Broke out this shell you could call me Raphael
I'm pushing for the greatness you could say that i propel
Stuck in this
feel sorrow
These niggas are modern
Looking for money
They do it for hunnids
She calling me honey
I'm on my way, hey
Dodging my doom from my
saved by laws of the modern science
People walking they roads, we help pave them
I represent those called lifesavers
Divine favor, they call me
the dealer calls
And has got you by the balls
You tell him that ya, you tell that ya had it from me
[Chorus]
[Repeat: x12]
And its a, its a, its a,
don't speak no English, she wanna meet me
Her daddy the plug out in Argentina
She try to drain that liquid in the glass
Told the baby girl "it's not
nigga call me uncle
He ran back lookin' like niggas jumped him
They was pissed when they heard
One nigga punched him
I mean, yeah, I got a scar
But that
Catch me on a drunk night
Throwing up a dirt bike
English dikes on the back and they screaming
"Fuck life!" to be honest, only fuck twice
My drug
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