Lyrics:
you at, then ya ass is got
[Chorus]
[Solomon Childs]
We bringin' back the Twin Towers, 20-0-3, crack game electronic
Conceived with slow jams by
drip blood on concrete
Damn, gin drop by the sunlight
Been a long day and a long night
Damn, always something, right?
Never chill, can't relate
Do it
you at, then ya ass is got
[Chorus]
[Solomon Childs]
We bringin' back the Twin Towers, 20-0-3, crack game electronic
Conceived with slow jams by
pet peeve
Got some tricks up my left sleeve
Wanna be the best please what I ask of me
Never in my life had to take a mask off of me
Smoke some gas add
on my own
So it be like, "Fuck people"
Choppa spit like J. Cole
She sucked me like a black hole
Killer whale chain, rose gold
Bro house right by
When I look up to the heavens
Then I'm blinded by the stars
That's the power of God
Observing your beautiful creations
In admiration
one day
Her name was Angela, damn she was fine
I admit I had evil thoughts rush in my mind
Moscino fittin' tight, she was dressed to kill
She winked but
Peace to Jack tripper and those Wellstone bumper stickers
My name is Sean and I never had dreadlocks
Instead I got an army full of women screaming
watch 'em all
Jack the Ripper, Jack, Jack the Ripper
Peace to Jack tripper and those well stoned bumper stickers
My name is Sean and I never had
to science
Do the tango, while rappers get strangled by the lone-shark
You be ridin' niggas dick, that's why you never make your own mark
I'm sober
really hate to say you can't elevate to this
But if I settle for your level I ain't never make the hits
Me and ? tight as shit on the demo, fore we send it
slice just let me taste the pie
They sent me to the pen for five years
for a crime that was never committed
I ain't no bank robber but that five years
had
and call up my probation and shit
Aggghhh
Ima go get some work, Ima come back down though
Yo, this nigga never wanna chill B
What the fuck nigga?!
Man fuck
the nightstand by the lamp
Yeah, Call-Call Of Duty shit, when it's bed time
Ain't runnin' from nothin' but some fed time
J hit my other phone, that my
weed
Now I jump in the beemer like Jimmy Schnook
I'm a crook, never play by the book
You can tell by my look
Damn it's been a short time comin'
But you
heard it before
Gotta trim the lawn to see who loves or hates you the most
Growin up as a kid I always strayed from the post
Never really had a reason
It's Auburn
And J.R.
'Cause I'm all about him, him, him, him, him
And he's all about me, me, me, me, me
And we don't give a dang, dang, dang, dang,
in the city still high
Everybody from the area together so we ride
2170, all the boys let it go
'Cause we live by the code
Yeah, I grew up, I'm
Float so high, I'm in heaven
Float so high, I'm in heaven
Float so high, I'm in heaven
But I haven't met the reverend
'Cause I'll never do
them guys not ranking
Never had nothin', he flash, we take it
Think that he solid, them bullets goin' to break 'em
Fucked up by losses I never thought
like they used to
never satisfied, you would think it's by design
no matter what I'm doin it's just not enough
the way it hurts inside it's just like
like this
Makin' y'all backflip and try to get my twist
Rocked up powder bakin soda and flour
Gettin' paid by the hour, see it proper devour
Ms J
by the corner store
Hit them up, in blue bubbles all up on my phone
At night, Garvey jumping like it's sky zone
lately bitches always with me I'm never
of the vets
Gotta get off my chest
I been laughed at booed but I'll never slow
Had homies tell me that they really down
but they never even came to my show
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