Lyrics:
(walking)
Outside looking for smokers to start they high
It was 7 am in my auntie building
My man just got low, he a wanted killer (wanted)
You won't put
tucker
I don't trust 'em, I don't love her
Little brother
Don't make me reach out and touch ya
I don't got candy but I'll
Turn your head to Gushers, sucka
of some tumors, that's a lot of cancer
Or a lot of banter
Don't know if my son'll be disappointed or surprised after he finds out I'm Santa (yeah)
In
Shout out Mimi, shout out Dashika
Shout out to Tanya, shout out Marquerie
Shout out to Cheezy, shout out to Tony
Shout out Big Yo, free Tony Yo
Free Lil'
of its blessings/
They always rain down like it's thunderin/
The son of man, spread love is the plan/
And show love to the Gods who taught me to represent/
away and let him be
He?s got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Who?)
Cause you?ll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones)
[Verse 2]
I used to get dissed by
boast hard, you'll get your salty ass crumbled like erb, word (hey man)
You heard it here first with your master plan in reverse
I ain't the one with
the ocean
I got my gun I'll stamp out like Coast Guards
You boast hard, you'll get your salty ass crumbled like herb, word (hey man)
You heard it here
Uh, chea
I done climbed from up under the rock (uh huh)
Did my hundred miles and runnin'
Got through rain, sleet, snow, hail (chea)
Yo listen
Fuck Skepta
Fuck Skepta
Fuck Skepta
Let me hear you say fuck Skepta
Fuck Skepta
Fuck Skepta
Fuck Skepta
Fuck Skepta
He sold out
I sold
worst song
By far
Took down your album
Because it was shit
Four songs four flops
Getting more and more shit
Turn it on turn it off
That's how it goes
When
Mackbo Tucker, huh
Who that right there flexin'? No, that's you with that bad ass 'Benz, huh
They say it's sunny in Philly, but rain keep tappin' on my
walk away and let him be
He's got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Who?)
Cause you'll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones)
Hey
Now make it rain
Hey
a good thing that it rain
When you really fucked up
Just know life finds a way
Wrap my mind around this situation
Always find a way
Thought I wasn't makin'
This album too hard
Hundred thousand at large
I'm expecting to sell, yeah
Drip too hard
While the rain got you caught
I be busting like hail
eachother, long as we was barely getting by
We grown men, and all living in sin
Shooting a kite to my people, cause he in prison again
Letting him know that
man
Start off by lettin you know, See the pen that's Pai Mei
Mixed with Chris Tucker gettin real money from Friday
On some nice haze, that could have
short
I've been writin songs, I'm calm, I'm a good sport
One year has gone by, with tecs jam up in your eye
I'm on some clever shit, fuck it man
to God, y'all niggas better act like Christ said it
Hey yo yo who the hell this Sauce nigga think he talkin to, man?
Arrogant bastard
Chubby motherfucker
on did him ugly, kicked his bloody face in
Maybe he was mistaken for some great man
In a dirty place he lay in a gray basement
Shaking his scabs, crack
an album, the next day, I had one less tooth
Shattered rules, I call it breaking news
N180 been assassinate the game like he was John Wilkes Booth I'm gone
I'm only stopping by I can't stay for good
I just came to say I love you
And thank you for teaching me how to hustle man
True story....Big homie had me
by me and the JACKETMAN (ha)
10 'o clock, hit my line, and he got a mission
Pick up the phone, said wassup, and he just said listen
Mother fucker was
to the man with glory
That I'm in my lane like Tory
Fast forward up to college where I met the chaseman
Pushing carts up in the rain while he's choppin up
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