Lyrics:
up feh 'I'm rights
Dem decide fe hang 'I'm up
WHAT?
Truly
865
So Greyseed what you hear
'bout Jackson.
George Jackson
Imprisonment
- solitary
run
Run Jesse Run, keep hope alive
I'm down with the B-boys, fuck the Jackson 5
You jive-ass turkey, a-pit-apitta-a-aperk be
You can get ill,
the world, blood in the sea
I'll make you get down on your knees
And in time, you may never see
What thanks do I get for this all?
Listen, for the end will
You see right through
Oh, you had me pegged the first time
You can't see the truth
But it's easier to justify
What's bad is good
And I hate to be
last ride
You see right through
Oh, you had me pegged the first time
You can't see the truth
But it's easier to justify
What's bad is good
And I
on the scene to see my dream
You gonna need a wide screen
Lights in neon
Lights in neon
Hitman shooter
Feel like Leon
Book of Eli
Book of Eli
Shooting peons
here it is at your service
The b the I the g the d-a-double-d-y
And when it comes to rippin' the mic, oh my oh my oh my
I guarantee you by time I'm
Dragon was cancelled
By Joe Motte himself
So let that phony
Whiny bitch be up
All night and pout
Who is it you think
I am here today?
Jackson Marquis will
find your way
So practise what you pray
Don't run away
Respect yourself
Respect yourself
Respect yourself
And you will see the light
I am dreaming in
worry 'bout them
Just worry 'bout you, and what you gonna do
And it'll be a long time before
You ever see me again
Don't worry 'bout me, don't worry 'bout
the corner buyer
And I'm alone, eh
Don't worry 'bout me, don't worry 'bout them
Just worry 'bout you, and what you gonna do
And it'll be a long time before
ever see them again
But there's a Friend who sticks closer
Than a Brother until the end
Unlike Michael Jackson
He'll never leave you alone
And its
Connecting them to each other 'til they started to resemble blank canvases
By this time I was an artist so
I just started to see these pictures, these real
huh
Run it up, run it up, run it up (run it up)
Niggas broke 'cause they be on that funny stuff (broke)
Richard Mille, my wrist be on (ooh)
I done
the shots, I feel like Phil Jackson
Steady trappin'
Yeah, police by my spot and I was still trappin'
Yeah, hop in the Benz
I put a F on the rim (rim)
like them
And they don't like that
They don't love shit, so what we gon' do?
And it'll be a long time before
You ever see me again
Don't worry about me,
Bone bone bone bone, bone, bone, bone, bone, bone
Now tell me whatcha gonna do
When there ain't no where to run (tell me what)
(When judgment
Bone bone bone bone, bone, bone, bone, bone, bone
Now tell me whatcha gonna do
When there ain't no where to run (tell me what)
(When judgment
spitters
I run my city
You run from willies
Like blunts or phillys
I smoke these faggot Milli Vanilli's
My niggas be with me
Putting the streets on my tracks
Aheh you don't wanna be
Involved in this one, huh?
This here, this is
This is gonna be a blues number but, first
I wanna do a little bit
this nigga run for 'bout a half a block
My fourth and inches when I
Touch down? He ain't gonna
Make it to see when the next Madden drop
Ya bitch said my
tull fortune
Ride with me baby i promise
Imma make this life so flawless
See me take over the cities
They don't know what i be cooking
All the platinum
Jackson, and Cosby
Black man attacked on camera, faggot police'll ride free
So what does Nas see
Don't wanna breathe the same air my enemies breathe
Hate
Slingin' shit for fun, boy we do this shit for practice
Run up in your house like I'm Lamar Jackson
I can't buy your shit, cuz I know that you be taxin'
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