Lyrics:
comes down to it its blatant
Me and you ain't tight like the way you are with Jason
And you don't listen to me like the way you listen to him
That
a rhinoceros for me, Jair Messias. Oh, I like that name. Hasnt he got a lovely name, dont you think? Yes, he has. The music is as always performed by the one man
I paid the cost to be the boss, I hold up my right wrist, now that shit, it look like frost
My youngin walk down on a opp, they got the police
I'm pouring up drink by the wock . Getting late so you look at the clock
Knock a man out like The Rock. Playing too much, hit block. Not K but you know
daddy
Guess they got constant traits
Playing my cards right
I know I'm the Jack of treyss
You hit my ex
I hit yo main
Like why you mad
That's fair game
I
miles
It's not like the water tower that I saw as a child
At least I don't have to drive myself home drunk these days
I stumble my ass down to the up-town
(Khrushchev)
More indie than that 1981 Sonic Youth rock
They say I’m light like Miller, (uh), white like Malcolm (RIP)
Say what you will I, (uh), might go
Earl puts the 'ass' in "assassin."
Puts the pieces of decomposing bodies in plastic
Puts 'em in a pan and mixes it up with scat
Then gobbles it like
on my Steve Jobs Im the Mac man (Ok)
I got a vegan meat eater she wanna Namaste
Sorry that I missed your call I was getting paid baby off the Richter
RIP Chris RIP Lil Rocket
Took a few losses I had to get off it
I got a pack hit that shit with the Steve Austin
My plug up in Boston they thought
ain't no other
Trini-born black like Nia Long's grandmother
Tip and Sha they all that, Phife-Dawg ditto
Honey tell your man to chill, or else you'll be
this bitch (She do)
And my buzz was dead I just got a revival in this bitch
And I'm going out like Fif because I'm dying to get rich
And by that I mean
And ate by Mr haley litter Life is the gang
It's that shit that we bang
Let's play an Odd game, it's called "Bitch
You Better Run" (Awoo)
When those Odd
so fucking crazy that's why I gotta grab her by her jaw
Slow kisses after nasty shit man that's just law
She popping like a pill ain't no way that I'll
kind of like that
In a way, in one day, I might say that the ones who helped me do this
Had it any other time and I knew this I'm still foolish fools
as we should
Imma get mine yeah that's part of my craft like my first name was Steve I got jobs on de- Imma get
Imma get mine yeah that's part of my
All that greedy shit, not good for your heath
Baby like my swag when she see me, she melt
I been in my bag, got that shit by myself
Pull up with
I’m still recovering
Call me Reekade but don’t call me by my government
Cause I be on some other shit
I see that
The back of the one is where I be
door like ok, escape on three
Cool They didnt see me so I caught up with Ben
They fuckin got Steve Sev with a sword to the head
I saw him hes dead, they
on they lil ass Hahahaha
Foreign whip that's supercharged
Like why I need a scat pack
Real ass trap nigga investing if that ass phat
Solo dolo but i blow
like a dipstick, hip to the news
Practicing the range, bellowing the blues
Jack rolls the carpet in, swift like a skate
"Yo, Jody, yo, gotta go, got
turnin' up, you're bein' backhanded like Pete Sampras
About that, I missed my uncle's funeral to go to South by Southwest
You ain't gotta appreciate it,
man, it's Greg
Greg?! Sorry, you caught me at a weird time
I was just gonna tell you that I checked your tickets and you just won the lottery!
Greg the Great
By any means
I get to it by any means
Girl do you want me, I know you a fiend
I get to that cheddar, I get to that green
I ain't tell
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