Lyrics:
that priest
Runnin the streets, lawless, blastin police
Stickin Furby's out the window, snatchin your niece
And nah, we don't just rap we clap you
Have you heard of one Humpty Dumpty
How he fell with a roll and a rumble
And curled up like Lord Olofa Crumple
By the butt of the Magazine Wall
boy run flat boy, run that boy
Bitch where I'm a send you you can't come back boy
I bring flames to a four alarm fire
I wash him up and ring him out
live within the past where sorrow plays all parts,
For a living death is all that's left for men with brokens hearts.
You have no right to be
TV's in here then where I live
And it don't make no sense but bay I'm the shit
And everything I flip you know is something serious
I got the custom
You will meet many just like me upon lifes busy street.
with shoulders stooped and heads bowed low and eyes that stare in defeat.
For souls that live
live within the past where sorrow plays all parts,
For a living death is all that's left for men with brokens hearts.
You have no right to be
than where I live
And that don't make no sense, but, baby, I'm the shit
And everything I flip, you know it's somethin' serious
I got the custom
this track take you back to where the fat girl pushed us
And that's very old like Blackberry Bold but the juice
Sweeter than where the party at,
done?
What will my legend become?
I will forever be young
Through old tales of breakdancing down at Odell's
Streets named after me is where my soul
backs like King acts
Over Organized tracks full of facts
So you know that it's D.E.E.P
You want to go D.E.E.P., I'll take ya D.E.E.P
You know you fucked
Balmain (Ay!)
Im ballin', Amar'e
A nick' sold in the park then I want in
What's a king without a crown, nigga? (What?)
What's a circus without you clown
than where I live
And that don't make no sense, but, baby, I'm the shit
And everything I flip, you know it's somethin' serious
I got the custom
to do!
Big boy grown, can't leave the streets alone
Wanna be a king, but you're too young for the throne
Why you riding in the car that you can't afford?
"Hollygrove, Hollygrove," was his last statement
So nigga, get that look off your face
And recognize you got a crook in the place
They call me W-E-E
The persona of this dope dealin' summertime
Top dropper wintertime, fool ain't fox rocker
Wooh! What it be like?
It's just king pushin Kelly roll,
Giving you
"Hollygrove, Hollygrove," was his last statement
So nigga, get that look off your face
And recognize you got a crook in the place
They call me W-E-E
Louboutin's, prowlin' the concrete
Roller balls come alive just like Jumanji
You know where to find me
Greenhouse a circle of top whores
Mandarin,
chain and ask me where is T.I.P
Now dey realize dat kuntry king da man in da streets
It's real mayne cocaine, yea dey finally get a G
[Chorus]
[Verse
to welcome y'all to where I been born,
(ey Khaled spin that up dog!)
I been raised
In the County of Dade, you know?
You got them boys that pass by in
you're hot get bice and bice
On your jewel to cop a Bens
20 inch chrome, the shoes, I got nothin' to lose but everything to live for
Thoroughbred demand
to welcome y'all to where I been born,
(ey Khaled spin that up dog!)
I been raised
In the County of Dade, you know?
You got them boys that pass by in
Martin Luther King's head
Like they killed Malcolm X, Edgar Hoover did that
You can catch me in the hood where they shooting niggas at
They don't know
been times where it's been embarrassin' to be a
White boy, white boy, you're a rockstar
My momma talkin' to me, tryna tell me how to live
White boy,
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