Lyrics:
stuck broke
I'ma come up off a buck, though
I flipped a hunnid off a dub float
Kicking pebbles with my peddles I ain't finna settle
Feeling trapped so now
A camel is an ounce, a kufi is a brick
Tell him I need five kufis, and meet me on the strip
Yeah I know "stafalla", but I'm tryna cop some cars
Run up in
A camel is an ounce, a kufi is a brick
Tell him I need five kufis, and meet me on the strip
Yeah I know "stafalla", but I'm tryna cop some cars
Run up in
you.
When you fear the end is near.
Come see me. Come see me here.
Forget the histories you’ve read about
Or seen projected on a screen by
Mankind’s
yo' hands up!
J moss! Come on, come on, come on.
I've got to say something.
Do something, move something.
Maybe I'll make something.
And call it
fans know I'm the hardest
And if you talking that shit
That laser aim where your heart is
Yeah it's not over yet
Really this shit just started
Nah
it's finna get ugly
[Verse: King Jacob]
Yo, Vokal is so extreme
Strut up in the club wit the rest of the team
Thinking 'bout my dubs the compress is so
I'm the greatest let's make that shit clear,
When it comes to fight or flight my bite is severe,
Do you hear the words that I'm speaking into yo
homies in the federal
Lock up, behind the wall setting shop up
They beat the block up, yet and still they couldn't stop us
Damn it feels good to be
When you feel happy even when your day's crappy
Yet you feel jazzy, this is why I'm rapping
About the bright side, feeling happy about my life
We'll
Dear Lord, I come to you to say thank you
Thank you for everything that is yet to come
Forgive me for all of my sinful ways and wrongful doings
I ask
niggas are not
Self explanatory so niggas know what it is
A quick shot to the dome
Might show you the biz
A marcharian with might come to ya kids
For you
A Life He Never Had
Written by J. Marty
Well Frankie Trombone shot down a man and then he was on the run
Once the first was done, the second wasn't
come through fast and stealth
Your fuckin stack get dealt
Now they on their self
Like massika blast to kill
Never try to graze niggaz
Just cause
grow up free, but freedom is a slippery slope I gaurantee eee ... comes back to you & me, forever on the run, in A world undone by the grapes of wrath
a J hit
The preparations ready
I'm gonna fuckin' get it
HAHA
Let's get it
I know you wanna get it
Come and fucking get it if you wanna fucking get it
Yeah, go ahead, start the beat, bruh, I'm rollin' my J
I ain't gon' lie, bruh, these niggas ain't even fuckin' with me for real, bruh
These niggas
come true
If I hadn't went thru that shit wouldn't know what I should do
Now I get a shot I M.J. clutch it (yea) No Bull
It's hard getting good grades
When it come to these cyphers ask about me I’m like no other
And y’all let me go first again y’all in trouble
It’s gonna be alotta oohhhss
my hand.
I’m growing green from the dirt on my name.
That's why the seed’s number 1 where I am.
So, when the C’s come and weather is 'caine, I never
touched a dub it ain't even noon yet
I'm playing with last months check and tucked the new check
I got my ex bitch mad I'm with my new flex
She praying
The years is ours, from here on out
Theodore, straight up and down
Word up, introducing next
You know, acknowledge the great
My muthafuckin' man J
cnything more will come by the sword
Over my body, dead on the floor
Fratricidal war is what we can't afford
c gory story, blood pouring forth
But before
you from this rut I'm stuck
And standing in front of a speeding truck
Promise that I'm, wait not yet
Got a lot to say my mind's a mess
Truth is I'm
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