Lyrics:
need him
Lift off when I'm ticked off, my pitfalls I latch onto like a pit dog
I sit calm with a sick thought of a sitcom of the life I live
Life I
I'm gettin' paid in USD
I'm a cat with 9 lives
I'm a Puma, I'm a Panther
Son of a Black Panther
Raised by a Queen not in a Palace
In the streets
16
appeared on 47 albums
Fuck McDonald and fuck Calvin
I get money with Erick Sermon when I'm in New York
I get respect, they call me Too Short
I live swell in
damn
You Rappers should fix up your life
You Rappers should fix up your life
Yah getting killed by the south
I guess I'm in this sh*t for life
I'm still
trace it
Just to be looked over by these dudes who rap complacent
So mentally, I'm prepared for whatever's coming next
And individually not compared,
undercover
I'm burning shit like a toaster
They can't believe I'm a rapper
J'suis gentil mais pas niaiseux
J'suis à jeun j'men roule deux
Pas normal, j
and how it look like
I'm throwin' batteries, when the bullets shoot by
So what, you wear a vest, why would I care
If I aim for ya chest, that be a good
kind of nigga
Brother J, whatcha' say?
Brother J, Brother J, whatcha' say?
Brother J, whatcha' say? Brother J, whatcha' say?
[Brother J]
Yeah!
I'm just
kind of nigga
Brother J, whatcha' say?
Brother J, Brother J, whatcha' say?
Brother J, whatcha' say? Brother J, whatcha' say?
[Brother J]
Yeah!
I'm just
to heaven for goin through hell
[J:] HOLIDAY
[S:] And I don't care if I sell, y'all know what I sell
[J:] HOLIDAY
[S:] I use my left hand when I'm loadin
j'crée des rumeurs
I wear my scars like badges of honor
I'm growing impatient
I got some demon blood on my katana
I'm growing complacent
I gotta problem
this?
Cause now you bump heads with kids that's lifeless
I live by the day only if I survive
The last night, damn right, I ain't tryin' to fight
We can
Rap God, bitch they envy me (Woo, woo)
I'm way up out these rappers league (Woo, woo)
They say I'm just what Hip-Hop need (True, true)
Punchlines
live in
I'm not the car I drive, no
I'm not the job I work
You can't define my worth
By nothing on God's green earth
My identity is found in
Laughs
Beats by Jhay yeah
Aye yo
Best Rapper in Africa yeah I’m really popping
Niggas really asking why I be so cocky
You should ask your sister why
that just means that my team next
I'll die for my bros we live by a code and God always got us so we blessed
Only thing that we show is love and respect
a thought, plus I brought Cut Creator along
Thinking of E-Love down with the Cool J Force
Specializin' in the rhymin' for the record of course
I'm a tower full
passin by
Open the door for these rappers, I’m a classy guy
Polished windows to my soul, keep glassy eyes
Way more intrigued
While my people in a rut stay
albums
Fuck McDonald's and fuck Calvin
I get money with Erick Sermon when I'm in New York
I get respect, they call me Too Short
I live swell in A.T.L.
me, I'ma be another rapper dead
For poppin' off at the mouth with shit I shouldn't have said
But when they kill me, I'm bringin' the world with me
And you can tell by now I got it goin' on
See I wear my Adidas shoes real real tight
Just so I can do my windmills right
I'm fresh out the box, baby
My three favorite rappers in dead. So take very serious, what I'm said.
My three favorite rappers died young. Least I can do get this song sung.
I
thinking, but I'm a self-centred rapper too concerned about my image
The truth
So when she hit me first I'm pretty shocked I didn't burst
I'm calling Josh,
the Kodak
Hey, so anything you can do I can do better
And any chick you can screw I can get wetter
I'm young, black, gifted, live my life on the run
Bet
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