Lyrics:
(Don't say a word) keep it quiet, son, don't say a word, yo
(Don't say a word) keep it quiet, son
[Verse 1]
Yo, I'm rap's dirty little secret that they
shoulders
Got a little older, now no choker by slave owners seem doper
Rather have freedom from debt
Quarterly trips, me and my bitch in gentleman's quarterly
hook now
Cleveland, see town, nigga that we put em on tha map
Them take you ah journey ride, now they doin 2 by my side
We be comin, lemme show you
a lead the way let me take you by the hand
Ya'know what we staying up can't let it bring you down
My heads in the sky so we flying through the town
We in
shit and your boys all slumped
I played my album and all my boys jumped
Your girl was twerking and you just got dumped (Ay, ay)
She sucked my cock while
bastard
The streets were my father
Hard headed and stubborn, hate to take orders
Fucked by scholarships
Flushed down the toilet
Hurt me to my heart so
I'm
a clip
Give him a hand and a word and he'll dip
Heel turn strong word big grip
Bridge burn and carry a big stick
Standing with my sister
Always side by
always on the go
He used to live in Champtown, but moved to Slum Village
In a city Motown that was run by Mike Illitch
Lived with Fat Joe, in Ras Kass
stay, want to run away
Momma still wants you home for supper
Work all day, little to no pay
Dance up-town right down to the gutter
With the dee-dom
be trippin dont be doin no drive-bys
Cause we dont gangbang, dont wear blue or red
We like that fuckin green, papers what I said
Big Moe wassup, in
want a piece
Got to wait their turn
Trying to finish it all in one chomp
Uh
19 for the little sis
Better party it up for big bro
You know Koy is proud
There was a sound in the town
And it followed us around
It was loud, it was proud
It was coming from a crowd they were glad
And they had a scene that
with your grandma
It was us three stuck in a little room
Finally had a place to play outside, I would love to see you run, like a dream coming true
I
fighter jet
Little ass Mexican funny as Will Ferrell
I run this fucking town like I'm Lock, Shock, And Barrel
I got the bitches in the front cuz they all
fucking fighter jet
Little ass Mexican funny as Will Ferrell
I run this fucking town like I'm Lock, Shock, And Barrel
I got the bitches in the front cuz
down pop trunk, I'm out that H-town
(Yungstar)
Out H-town, showin surround by sound
Yesterday y'all got mad when I shown nuthin but ground
I'm talkin
of religion, stay on track and don't get lost
If religion is a way of life, then embody the scriptures
Don't be led astray from rationale by specifics, or your
need me a laugh
Cuz life's all jokes even when it's all bad
Smoke dope by the ounce
Just a little just a tad
I been chasing after money like a nigga
calm it down swear that k stay mad
Never had time to talk when I chased that bag
Niggas get a little money spend they last at saks
Supposed to get a big
That's right Dirt
Nobody wants you in this town
Nobody wants you around period
Aww, look at him fellers
You need to go down to McDonalds and get
You
talkin', you be jawsin', you fake (keep goin')
And my nigga with me and it's not a human (not a human)
Big four-five, watch it go stupid (got that)
Ran
of the lot I ain't been to the DMV
You was just talking to much little shordy so I put my phone on DND
So many rappers be passing away should take Poppa Jay
decreasing by ten
As we entered a town about halfway there
It was almost raining at the train station
We put our hoods on our heads at the train station
We
rapport
No restraint, no remorse, I give thanks to the Source
On a bank by the shore, with a blanket and shorts
Who knew that I would blew up, would make it
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