Lyrics:
the world's not out to get you, my love
I know it feels that way sometimes
and you don't need an army by your side
fill your head with guns and bombs
don't take
sleeping next to a head horse
Spark the rose mary, I saw the pussy and it's so heavy
Take the leather out the closet like a known fairy
I fuck it but I
will
Lehman Brothers, Goldman Sachs
'til they sorting out my deal
Southwest, where they sort it out with steel
Carnegie, Rockefeller, head out in Ben
nights a drive-in movie would be alright
As long as they both were home at a decent time
Mary drove in her daddy’s ford this went on two years or more
Out
you look so sad
Your gonna end up dead too
Can you stand the rain and heal my pain like Mary Jane
Head up in the clouds feeling something that I can't
the click that don't play...
quik to rip ya head off and hand it to Violent J and bury it away
I'm on the spree killa for freak without a conscious
doing dips on Godzilla
Though y'all know he don't play, right?
Tnt throws a nigga out a moving van in broad daylight
And he was shackled by hands
And what do you know
I'm dead!
J.F.K!
I'll meet the day
J.F.K!
I've got something to say
J.F.K!
I've got something to say!
A 6.5 by 52
Put me in my grave
can love you better than he can
Blowing Mary J I’m a NY nigga so its safe to say
I love the finer things aura like Mandalay
Vegas nights pool parties i
nobody wanna acknowledge you
like Elon's son name
Kick in with some Mary Jane
So i can smooth the pain
In my brain
While listening to Mary J
I'm looking
bought that boy a toy
I'm'a come down, might pull a Almond Joy
Might pull a ho it's a Rolo
I done three-wheeled through Mary
J blige video
She done got
an extra magazine out the baggy-ass jeans
Wettin' up the block with mad Tech shots
Drop the glock, puttin' crackheads in headlocks
Like a cheetah with my
my heart is?
But, baby, you're special
No matter the cost I'ma do it regardless
Let's take a jet, we're riding out to Puerto Rico
Later we get
out my heat first, he pull out his heat last
Now who the fuck you think is livin' to this day?
I'm tryin' to tell these young niggas crime don't pay
Marcus that lost his leg
My nigga keep holding your head
Shout out to all of my brodees I know I ain't seen some of yall in a minute (In a minute)
I've
to my last, but Imma make it stretch
Facing Undertaker, life grip me by my neck
Imma skinny nigga, I was never known to flex
Kissing Mary Jane, while she
am is simply a black revolutionary
I write rhymes on plain stationary
Mary, Mary, quite contrary
Doesn't make sense in my vocabulary
Uncle Tom house
like
That's the good life you live the good life
What you gon' do today?
Whatever I want!
And when they ask why
I sing that Mary J. Blige
It's my life,
bitches showin' out
Ok with the J ok with the day
Never going in and all I do is make play
Burnin up them bushes and then
Make a newly slay free my nigga
with glasses
Hardrock punks crack heads and even trunks
want to know the truth, so they flock to my roof
New York I got the grip, I told ya I
Mary Jane addicted
I'm down, you lift me
My love, my mistress
My head keeps spinning
But you're my go to when I want my distance
And they told me
Yeah, is the tune on? oh, it's on basically
I got Streets in the booth with me
Dedication trois
Now let me talk my shit
Fresh up out the water like
of the hungriest
Backed by Donald Johns and that's where my money is
[Rampage]
I told y'all six weeks rich don't forget
Another smash hit from my squad don't forget
the history of rap they've never seen such prominence
Your naive confidence gets crushed by my dominance (word up)
Now let's get back to this mic on my arm
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