Lyrics:
peanut butter
Nigga gotta eat I'm, talkin' to the Last Supper
I'm Jordan in this motherfucker, puttin' mad numbers up
Project baby street life when I
Yeah
You know we out here
KOCHI MAFIA TAPES VOL 1
Told my girl I need trust
Told my mom I love her stop making a fuss
I do everything by myself like
town
(Get the fuck up)
Cause when I'm all in I ball out and I'm calling you foul out so bow down
I'm as real as is gets
Hit 'em with the jab step
1, 2.. 1, 2, 3; yeah!
In-slum-national, underground
Thunder pounds when I stomp the ground (Woo!)
Like a million elephants with silverback
plays
Up up and away, I cannot change
Yeah, the girls all love the way I taste
Drop the top down, when the sun's out
Drip so hard, you might think it's
Yeah
Look
I might pull up to events If it's JORDYSHORE on the decks
Remember all the times when they didn't pay no respect?
It was hard to make
soldiers
Bit by bit, torn apart
We never win, but the battle wages on for toy soldiers
I'm supposed to be the soldier who never blows his composure
soldiers
Bit by bit, torn apart
We never win, but the battle wages on for toy soldiers
I'm supposed to be the soldier who never blows his composure
whatever you drinkin' and drink it by the case
Then let me pound on your pussy and knock it out of place
I wanna hook you and book you, hedges sometimes
Freeing the damned by being free as I am
And speaking belief into people sittin' with reason to stand
Who just might be needing a hand
I got you
9th
Tired of (her) always telling me what to do
I don't listen to her cuz she a fool (Goated)
Ain't no handouts over here
We gone go get that shit
It's
that they ever showed
On Nick at night
And denace -N- spencer would be like one less
Than a few older women, when I get them two
Men to pause and by
the lights
Can't tell if I'm there
Black like Heskey's shins
Blacker than midnight tims
Blacker than your dad's
Burnt barbecue chicken
When he blacks out in
cross ya out
Chorus:
Hey yo, I walk by myself,i die by myself
'cause ain't nobody gonna help me but my goddamn self
I do for my self,make moves for my
anger
Always, 'cause this is all I can think about, baby (Oh, yeah)
The chopper got about fifty bullets
Ain't no way it's accidental when I spill 'em
saying
Venom is spraying which is why all I know is
I'm on a all time ultimate high inspired by all time low
How quick are you gonna get up
How quick
Give it everything I have none left
Hit the gym, all arms all legs
Grace under pressure, blessed beyond measure
I believe in the three like Steph
Not by
Hate to tell you, baby, hate to tell you ba-a-by
Hate to tell you, baby, that I don't love you
Hate to tell you, babe, I can't put no one else above you
get high
Not a healthy way to cope but I get by
I'm
Feelin' low-oh-oh, catch me a crossfade
What can I say, I feel like Blade, how's the cross taste
stop again)
(And we’ll be free yo)
[Chorus]
Zions army defends all time (all time)
Blessed be servants of mine (el oh el)
Be watched over by Yahweh
[Chorus]
I'm blowin' good yeah I smoke it by the song,
And when them niggas call I don't pick up my phone
Niggas acting like broads make me pick
to think especially when you think backwards
By the way I spit it, once they finally listen and get it, I'm prophet watch them all think backwards
Martin, Malcolm, Huey P. Newton
And that's why the whole city out here looting
How can we stand here and not do shit?
All this smoke over the hood
rolling in packs
They women's intentions be out
Of this dimension, i don't over-attach
These days I do a lot of humble bragging
I recognsie my greatness
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