Lyrics:
And after that I got a bald fade
Nike socks convertible like a Avirex
They flexing
Gym class in 6th grade
That shower was so retched
10th grade on my 3rd
Name dropping theologians and all of
The books I'm reading
I was brand new to it excited
That's why I was speaking
Now I'm learning how to manage my
as a token
Always eat ass first thing in the morning
Ooo
Pill bottle pill bottle Pill bottle
Ooo
Saved by the bell
Skip every class in school
Never read a book
the Veuve and you steal the rush
'Cause me and A' was going half on a hero while we'd pass by the heroes
Added how they had it then we passed by them
train in my lair
Get the money that I can while adjusting to fame
Man the game is game nobody claimed it was fair
A nigga used to hope for the best
Then I
Raised up by the same niggas tryna dim my shine
And my brudda hold the 45 it make you see the light
Shawty want me every day I said I'm on my grind
I'll be
one night Mrs. Stacey went off the job
When she felt someone grab her whole face and said not to talk
But Stacey knew it was Bob and said knock it
one night Mrs. Stacey went off the job
When she felt someone grab her whole face and said not to talk
But Stacey knew it was Bob and said knock it
king had never played a note in his life
But he struck a chord and surprisingly it sounded quite alright
The kind played his newfound lute down by
That's how I felt watch my heart melt
But it ain't by your warm touch
It's by the flames of Hell
Things not going well feelings never swell
All I do is
Yeah
How you feelin'? (fine)
You feel alright?
I'm so bossy, bitch, get off me (yeah)
It's a different jingle when you hear these car keys
it, what was once so majestic
Is now only adored by epileptics
I record to resurrect it, by my own accord I can't accept it
But when something gives
the rhythm it was true religion we came towards
When Sylvia Robinson became a hip hop mogul
Who could've known we'd ever reach the tip top total
Or how one
and slamming doors
Back here trying to just record, and you out there making noise
But you know if I get bored, I'm a bring it to your door
They say "Benny, how
Look, I was always told you can't make it make sense don't trust it
So I'll be out the country with the phone off, fuck it
Grown from when I was
one up for 2Pac
'Cause this is murder rap
Thinking how quick we grew up, low-key insane
My best friend she snort 'caine, guess life was like a dice
Blamin' society, mad, it wasn't made fair
I would be Ivy League if America played fair
Poor excuse, and so I was
Throwin' rocks at the pen, just for
Swirlsans serials Zeffiri
Precision ported barrels
A shark knows
The shape of its nose
In the flash
Of a class
Of sardines
Never chagrined
I get mistaken
For
religion, why these babies can't eat?
And if the middle class is gone, how can America see?
How can America breathe?
When the oxygen is gone from
Face like a shoot when it's bussin' my glock hold
Vanity stings, 'til I die when the holy father hands me my wings
When I was young yo the teacher gave
a witness was at the scene
Bet your riches it was Jean
Chatty patty like
If she got secrets from the Queen
She would tweet em in a week
Shadebourough with
on a class, pill, by the way
Last night was mad real, by the way
Finally fucker her, got her, put out a dub
But she finessed me out a bag, still
Don't cap me
(Pay attention)
Yo, SB (Holiday Season, nigga)
Ha (go hard)
I think it's my time, you know why? (Go hard)
My tears have dried
And I know that
Shit God damn
I went driving by my ops block because I was reminiscing
So I slid to the graveyard gave my respects and then I'm dipping
To the ocean
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