Lyrics:
I'm in junior high with a c+ grade
At the end of the day I don't hit the arcade
I to school from my moms apartment
I got to tell these niggas
plotting a takeover
This plain game needs a Jenny Jones makeover
Been waiting patiently for years for this moment
Now that it's here imma own it
Staying
swish that I roll
But it hits like Curry God picked my soul
Yeah I'm rolling like Jones, but I'm John when I flow
I'm hidden, I'm hidden, I'm hidden
Addy
dawg, is here I'm all alone
I got it all on me now, eyh
God hey right me the wrongs, and I'll write you the songs
The hits are all me now, eyh
Not little
towels (ok)
They been snortin' powder, I been in here takin' downers (ok)
They been countin' for hours, gettin' kisses by the thousands (ok)
Money
fucked by 3
You know me
Niggas is scared to have
Their crush meet me
All of the radio's steaming
Cause all of my radios hit meaning
Time for business
nothing I can do now to right my wrongs
(Jesus Walks with me)
I want to talk to God but I'm afraid because we ain't spoke in so long
To the hustlas,
nothing I can do now to right my wrongs
(Jesus Walks with me)
I want to talk to God but I'm afraid because we ain't spoke in so long
To the hustlas,
and aligning, shining, studies
In the light right now while we wreak fuckin' havoc!
Judgment night, got gun got badge
Judgment night, huh!
Judgment night,
a scrambler
Now I'm grand to her, shorty back might damage her
Who's this here, state my facts, and react
And saturate brains with a plate of hot wax
record at your radio STATION
Feel the SENSATION, I put it right there
They be like "Luda!", I be like "Y-yeah!",
You like it like that, don't ya baby
record at your radio STATION
Feel the SENSATION, I put it right there
They be like "Luda!", I be like "Y-yeah!",
You like it like that, don't ya baby
blowing her nose
The theme song will not be
Written by Jim Webb
Francis Scott Key, nor sung by Glen Campbell
Tom Jones, Johnny Cash, Englebert Humperdinck
to get you naked, forreal
Alcohol mix in the gas now she's lost in the sauce
Weak in her knees, she ain't ready to fall
Now she wanna be right here next
jux, rush the doors
Here come the D's, time to make breeze and guns toss
In full force, my team'll go at your main source
My 9 Taurus hit bosses
firm in your faith
Time to do what He told ya
Hold up the 66 books stuck in the radio
Always trying to hit me with hooks, nope
Feeling my crew? Hallelu
spit then I go back
Erase shit till I get the right rap
Till I get the right rhyme, then I hit the mic last
Wanna copy flows you can't recite that
So
The breath is the life and it just begun
I thank God for the morning, so, now look here girl
Where you goin'? Come here girl, let me holla holla holla
that's
There's a lot of percussion
There was yeah
Lots of things getting hit by other things
A notch down
Ctrl+A
Kay, now we're ready
Ctrl+C
We literally
but I'm picking this stepper right here
She wanna be the jump off in her lifetime
Chancy, ain't it? Fancy, ain't it?
Curtains drew rather Nancy,
don't get hit by the bolt of lightning
Striking you down 'cause you're fronting
A dead leader can't tax your mind
Therefore he's not a threat to your
crazy, I put it on bud we gone slide right now
Catch an op slipping, this glizzy go up and he drop right now
We out here chasing, you know my n****s
on time
No electrician y'all diggin these lines
Bitch ain't no rushin this here a profession
My streams goin up from a bad lil russian
Hit the beat hard
the Supertones, this is the Supertones
Everybody please report, please report to your radio
Turn the radio up
Rock this one for me right now, alright
We came
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