Lyrics:
y'all stuck in the lithos while I'm up in the stratus
Looking right down on you with my own apparatus
I'm not rushin' but I don't want to be Stalin
When
time turning pages in my book
Got a nigga shook but I'm by myself
I came in this world all by myself
And when it's time to go, I'm all by myself
I came
people in there when the robbed the bishop
When I heard about it real talk I bust out laughin' (haha)
God don't like ugly that's why he let that shit
leave ya dead n walk away like its nothin
Homies come and homies go only the real ones will stay
Shoutsout to j shoutsout to t but just forget about k
UPPERCLASS TWIT OF THE YEAR
Cut to Upperclass Twit of the Year Sketch. The five competitors
run onto the pitch.
COMMENTATOR: (J.C.): Good afternoon
they know the brothers' real
But the flies can tell you exactly how they feel
When I come in the door it's like I'm made of dynamite
I gotta blow up
monster
Car standing tall, think my car made by Tonka
Candy coated Hummer, looking real good
When you in your airplane, see my face on the hood
It's all
Yeah, just call me Young nigga
Our money's grown though
By the way, let's go, yeah
You already know what time it is, let's go
I said I'm Young by
power?
Дa, you want to mess with me?
I spit hot borsch when I'm crushing these beats
Blow it up like a tuba while I'm balling in Cuba
Doing judo moves
is "Bond" like James,
Niggas be tryin' to test but they "week" like 7 days.
MC's run away when I kick it, they act so chicken
They should
Yeah
(To da break of dawn)
All my sex involved
As we get funky
Rhymes so bizarre
Everybody knows
When it come to a situation like this
Yeah
(To da break of dawn)
All my sex involved
As we get funky
Rhymes so bizarre
Everybody knows
When it come to a situation like this
Yeah
(To da break of dawn)
All my sex involved
As we get funky
Rhymes so bizarre
Everybody knows
When it come to a situation like this
don't watch they calling
I give shit my heart and that's why I be balling
I'm king of the cold and they treat me like Stalin
Remember them days when
love like Mary J. Blige (yeah)
Dontcha worry bout nothing
I ain't gonna leave your side
Don't need nothing like diamonds
Just that real love like Mary J
strong
When y'all get weak
I'm just chilling in my hood
Down here in Wagon Creek
Momo beats keep it real
Haters y'all not
Down here in the south
Ya know we
when you raising your tone or I'll black out your eye so they'll call you unknown
Maffi on beat, put this on repeat
A dope real emcee with chains on his
let's cut us some real, real somethin')
Yo, bust this
I'm kinda like a soldier, see I told ya
When I pick up the mic I'ma hold ya
Captive,
real, don't tell no lies
In the middle of the night yeah
Keep you by my side yeah
Roll up hit this J baby I'm gon get you high
In the middle of the night
the lord that is the real way
I don't pick up when hoes are callin'
Don't feast upon that pussy let em starve like Joseph Stalin
I don't hug bitch
I'll take
and they keep on bringing more
If it's just you and me on the floor
Go back and come in, I'll drive us home
Like we were just kids
Just, j-j-just kids
the most expensive
and regal garments that surpass anything
ever worn by a king
and fetch me a stalin fit for a king
and let his trappings be studded with
Kampf
Wrote in nine months
More like eighty-one
My story just begun
But it's got a killer back
Like it's hard not paper
Or maybe it's like Batman
But when
Don stop, roll another one
Yes sir
Huuh
Mmh
I don just smoke man I chain smoke dope
By j on j like that lil boy
Play with the packs you can tell it
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