Lyrics:
you're tryin' your hardest to get by
Yeah, I could see it in your eyes (oh, I)
I could see it in (I could see it in)
We The Best Music
'Cause I can
Who made this shit?
(TayTay made the beat)
Ay, fuck all you niggas, yeah, yeah
Free Choppa Boy (you know who the don dada is)
We step
Nyquil
So, even if he tried to use a bunch of useless lies
Excusing what he's done just by confusing you
Then, who decides
The ruthless time he serves
That
it works"
Fuck! I'm tired of this shit!
I'm tired of fuckin' runnin', I'm tired of this shit!
My brother, homie!
Is that what I think that is?
I
Runnin' through the nation without a care
Holler at your boys, 2 Live is here!
[Marquis] You're fuckin' with the best of 'em, fuck the rest of 'em
sensação yhhhh yhhhhhh
Eu Sou músico não um criminal
Tantas olhos em um juvenile
I told my bro music is the shadow am in love
Said I told my bro music
Ooo yeah aye what nigga huh
Ooo yeah aye what nigga huh
Look, Please don't take this to heart
I just wanted to fuck and I knew that shit from the start
and raised, you already know what the fuck is going on man, boulevard baby, grrrr)
Straight to the top & it took me a minute
I see it I like it I want it I
break that shit
Ya heard me? It's like that; believe that
This year; fuck it - I said it befo' and I meant it
I'm buyin me a city
New Mannie,
a while with all diamond smiles
And all diamond necklaces
I'm fucking women no preferences
Y'all ready know where my presence is
I'm on my don't give a fuck
fuck your bitch
Respect my mind look we bout that gangsta shit
(Juvenile)
Watch me grow up
When I was small he had plan
My daddy was balling and he was
you ain't moving here
Lorena Bobbitt, come here, want a souvenir?
I've been high as fuck, since I was a juvi-neer
Juvenile? Same difference, I need
you ain't moving here
Lorena Bobbitt, come here, want a souvenir?
I've been high as fuck, since I was a juvi-neer
Juvenile? Same difference, I need
livin' right
Gotta feed the block, niggas starvin', they got appetites (ayy)
And this is everyday, it never gets old (old)
Thought I was a juvenile
platinum builds
Who's grasping the passion from everyone rappin', just ask yourself
I'm in my bag, Chanel, these bars is cold, homie I rap from jail
I rap
lies
Dull as fuck don't kick up a fuss buckle up the pride of the juveniles
Telling porky pies
Yet my telly eyes
Don't seem that square to me
Eating
Boo-Ya-Kaa, check my foul and my style
Never on the Isle, bucked shots as a juvenile
A little freestyle fanatic, I shot the rap addict
With
Boo-Ya-Kaa, check my foul and my style
Never on the Isle, bucked shots as a juvenile
A little freestyle fanatic, I shot the rap addict
With
pulled low, and baggy slacks
Subtractin' all the rappers who lack, over Premier's tracks
Severe facts have brought this rap game to near collapse
So
the trunk
Fuck the funk, pass the puck
And parade on Upper Lassgate
The charge in the city is still perform for Petacky
In that case it must be Naughty for
Knock, knock, who is it? Knock, knock, who is it?
Knock, knock, who is it? Nigga, let me the fuck in
C'mon
Somebody open this door, I'm trying to get
on the playground, I'm the fucking tough guy
Self-proclaimed bully of the school, tough guy
I'm a juvenile, hit you in the face tough guy
This is all I know
Thriving
the old heads had laced us
Was selling dimes and dubs, trying to get my cake up
Everybody selling piff now, but I got that base
They like who is Billiono,
base
They like who is Billiono, trying to build a case up
They be like he go by Battz or Billy or Badnewz, for them niggas who be acting silly,
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