Lyrics:
thought out of the box
I guess on every bad ending follows a good beginning
It is you, so keep on winning
Don't listen what the others say about your dad
house
Hit me back six pm say that you passed out
You still alive aight cool seems for a while
You might've blacked out
You can't motivate yourself
By
view?
Is it the news or the movie you're taking your girl to? (uh)
Know what i'm sayin cause Uncle Sam got a plan
If you examine what they tellin us then
is fuckin' crazy
Poppin' like Jay-Z
Dirty Dancin' on the game like Swayze
I'm one of the illest and bitch I've been ready to kill it, it's so
The Godfather rap like my name Bob de Niro
How many hits you got?
Zero
But I got a lot so kneel down for your hero
Shit
We done it again
We picked out a beat now
Take high wit'cha just right, it'll be like Michael get ordered, a viper you know
Yeah, a viper cause you might lose a life to the side by like
What
linen by Armani, check it
My lyrical carjack, make your brains splat
High caliber gats is all I fuck with, now peep the rough shit
in my circumference,
ain't bool
Let you know it ain't good to stop
That part, that part (that part)
I'm a Watts nigga and we not kosher
Shit, niggas only concern is
in it
The same place where the rhymes is invented
So all I do is rap and sex, imagine how I stroke
See how I was flowin' on my last cassette?
in it
The same place where the rhymes is invented
So all I do is rap and sex, imagine how I stroke
See how I was flowin' on my last cassette?
I've got to sing a little something
That I haven't rehearsed
It's about my man
And his name is Hillel
For who my love
Is woul brother sacred
Take
man
And his name is Hillel for who my love is soul brother sacred take it huckleberry
Slim boy take it
Me and my, me and my, me and my, me and my,
touch my body
Who is that? Where you going?
Come back
Why does everyone always leave me?
Hello? Fuck you then
Blow it out your ass
They don't seem the same
Things is rearranged something's changed
I say who done fucked it up?
Who done fucked it up?
They don't seem the same
slash till it hurts
Constant clash with these jerks I’ma smash out this verse
Till I flash I’m the worst counting cash it’s a curse word
Hook
Bob your
is Hillel
For who my love is soul brother sacred
Take it huckleberry, slim boy take it
Me and my, me and my, me and my
Me and my, me and my friends
Me
bitch about a month ago
Picked up the phone I'm like who the fuck is this
She asking for some money I said bitch get off my dick
Cause everybody else
Started all in my DM'S
She's wearing my jeans
Now I flex with my team
Wonder why am I here?
Fucked up
3 at the PM
Fuck with you is my dream
Used
and you know, lookin hard in the video. But, you know. Reality is..it's like I've always told to my husband, it's like, look, you know, we look at Bob
He always looks like he's keeping score
By side
Who's winning, Robert?
By side
Here is the church
Here is the steeple
Open the doors
smoke again
Ayo, who's that, it's Lil EZ
Back from the dead, eggs over easy all over his head
I can cook you an omelette and shove it down your throat
the maddeened go to extreme lengths
Who simply couldn't take it
Who knew they wouldn't make it
Being ground down fine, by those who haven't got the time
For they
running away with the game
It's 'cause I am, don't speculate, spectate
All I got is d- for days and insults for decades
But I get by my wicked ways, lady
man
And his name is Hillel for who my love is soul brother sacred take it huckleberry
Slim boy take it
Me and my, me and my, me and my, me and my,
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