Lyrics:
pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)
Smoking weed since fourteen (since fourteen)
Smoking weed right by the sea (right by the sea)
Neck on freeze, 32 degrees (yeah)
Step 23s, J's on my feet
[j.d.]
Come on, come on, come on
I wanna hear that shit bump, bump
You know what I'm sayin'
Who ya know with the big cash flow
Beats hotter than
Success
[Mr. Lif]
This is rock bottom why yall, I never expected it
In order to be businesslike you must meet the prerequisite
Leave your
now)
Blow it down hooker bounce, come off the ropes like J. Snuka
(Two fly motherfuckers) You can't fuck with it
Backed by Open Bar, so y'all forget
He's in a class by himself
A league of His own
He'll give life to the dead
He'll breathe on your bones
He's more than a homeboy
He's king on a thrown
dark sway (Woah)
Tony Stark shades, rock 'em broad day (Broad)
Paper Plane J, and a god slay (God)
Flavour changed name, niggaz know Rei (Niggaz know)
wanna get two partners alone
Because I'm only 25, and still going live
Got the estate by the pool, by the lake outside
I wake up, and gotta pick
What you looking for, what you looking for, what you need? (chorus 8x)
(juicy j)
It's about 7:30, a nigga out there early early
I'm on the ? burna?
I got that work, fuck Labor Day, just bought a gun
Fuck punching in, throwing rocks, no hopscotch
Bet my 9 milli hit the right spot
Bang, last
Let's say we take it back to the trap one time"
I went from rollin' wit' dem rocks on the block (hey)
To controllin' my position at the top
Of every
that's coolio-cool i'mma lay low
That background, that's my j-o
Homie that work that I work is Romans 1: 16
Dig it deep like Drano
I've been in it from
Let's say we take it back to the trap one time
I went from rollin' wit' dem rocks on the block (hey)
To controllin' my position at the top
Of every
rent the booth, Batman coop
Ain't trippin off a bitch, bitch comin' by da group
Austronaut Status, Rock'n'Roll status
My attitude stanky, I'm
I got a lot to do, aye
I gotta cop the coupe, aye
Pull up and drop the roof, aye
They know when I come through, aye
Know that I rock the room, aye
I
Ay
Gold
I used to window shop at the ldrs
Now I rock Jordan 1 highs as the beaters
Niggas cant put me on game from the bleachers
Im my own man nah I
hands
Yeah, this world can chew you up
And spit you out, I understand
There's a reason why I let 'em
Put them nails inside my hands J
You got a friend in
Styles P Talking:
"Yo I rock the fuck out.
I don't know bout everyone else"
Verse 1 - Styles P
Whatever we don't make, we gona take mofucker.
Get
the alley.
It aint loud enough for all of us
We'll break you outta your shell
we came to rock, rock the best of bells
(x4)
J Guavera move the people
and fly by
But now its time to decide, which root is mine
(Yeah) I've been down for a long time
I've been waiting too long, I need to get mine
I don' seen
with my crew
Smoking backwoods , yeah
Rolling with some weed I got today
Caught by the police I went to jail
Chilling on a rock
Smokin’ on some pot
Yeah, do some push-ups, breathe some air
Top J, baby, Big Mac out
Yes, sir
This took me like a month, by the way
I love you guys, bye-bye
Breathe air, do
power
A lot of energy huh last four hours
Oh J Cole, baby High for hours
Give me that power girl
I want your power
Give me that power girl
I need that
you doing
Nothing new
I'm over here loving you
What you doing
Text me say what you doing
Loving you
You make me feel love fi true
By the time you get
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