Lyrics:
the south side where they got them fat sacks
Where they at where they at got my seat laid back
I'm a south side rider
Burn E-Z widers
Shakin' off them
Hehehehehe now listen
Na grace I take dey run my race
Ọmọ mehn no be by levels
Owo ọpọlọ l'oyinbo nsan
Oyinbo no dey sanwo muscle
Ọjọ melo lafẹ lo laye
Tofẹ
punchlines left, right hooks too slow, but I just move diagonal bro
Not marred by haters bars they savour
Acting kinda fishy like a tartare flavour
Start they
Bitch I don't play by my body
I don't play wit them opps, yeah
Know that drank on us
Don't worry bout having that k on us
& them sticks on shorty
Don't
cracking pints living life how is suppose to be
Y'all niggas steady taking L's tryna beef with me
Leave yo ass right by the pump like I left you on E
could prove by dropping this
Maybe one day I'll be great as Jay, okay
Big L, Eminem, my future's grey
Opaque as me, don't take no Peter
Piper bullshit,
Please don't drain my energy
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
One and a two and a three and a four
It's the K to the P weh di people adore
When mi up inna
to1865
Sometimes we’ll see
We’ll be used around a one-two-three
On a list of anything from A to Z
Now bring it home!
We’re parentheses and we punctuate
'm the problem everybody is wishing they can overcome
Uzongenzani l'm here to milk the system and its all I want
Siz'wise namaChomie am
Ngiz'mix-e namantombazana
don't float away
Cold world, no blanket
Dark nights, no Batman, what up?
I keep a nail in the hand and a hammer on
The nightstand
Locked in, no B plan
Through the poisonous rain
Harnessing the negativity and disdain
We got played ENOUGH
So I'm quitting this game
And I won't be coming back
To this District,
is that you want to be me?! You could be up here licking fingers ‘stead your stuck as a freak. Don’t look at me W O K E?”
eyes widening wide oh
Str'nded in 'll 'nd nothing
I l'ugh when I see you bre'k down
Girded just by f'll'cies
Obedience with crumbs
Sexu'l m'chine guns (C'rpe Diem!)
the poisonous pen
C.O.M.M.U.N.I.C.A.T.I.O.N.
What you'll find inside my rhyme is enemy and friend
Going N to the E the be the U.L.A.
Burning all
E.B.O.N B.L.A.K without no C
No thank you sir no cyanide fruit punch for me
'm from the slum by the way
Every time mi wake k'oju mi ma ri're (Oh yeah)
High sound go all the way
Come baby wajo wajo for me ayy ayy
Cause some have food
Luke 16:20. John 11. iykyk.
J E S U S . I S . K I N G .
The Spirit of the Lord is on me,
Because he has anointed me
To proclaim good news
(K. Grimwood/E. Idlet)
It belongs to me, I've had it for a long time;
There's nothing like it in this world,
It's mine.
I know you want it and I
I was next
The nigga disrespected, I had to hold him by his neck
Sometimes these niggas need to be put in check
See, sometimes these niggas can't
'm very very bored by Joe Biden
I'm clenchin’ my butt cheeks hard
Thinkin’ to myself oh please don't fart
(fart)
The whole room & two presidents turn
the ninety seven Ma$e
Gerber jar and then you let the work settle in
Name someone better then
I do this rapping shit in my sleep
We crabs in the barrel why
shorts
And I'm balling out with ease
Natural log money that's a lowercase e
If you're getting cash then you understand me
Windows down
Summer breeze
What's summer without nostalgia
Blockbusters with capes,
Without blue blockbuster tapes,
Without games rated E
Or games by EA
Or Riris Replay,
Without
good a job, what to do now?
Max out, your 401K, today, that means right now
Next step, buy real estate and get a multiplex
Live in one unit, get paid, by
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