Lyrics:
guy
Yoo
A New Era just begun
Now watch me make my run
I am the Chosen One
Yes sir the King has come
To shake up shake the game
You already know the name
you up next
Yes, I'm Pep and there ain't nobody
Like my body, yes, I'm somebody
No, I'm sorry, I'm-a rock this Mardis Gras
Until the party ends,
I do what I want, I play by my own rules
I know you see the 350 that's all on my boost
My niggas never lackin' so you know I can't lose
My niggas
ain't even seen the block.
Go ahead rock back and forth let your head bob.
Non-stop, you can let your leg rock.
Put some swag in it, back and forth put
Someone's gotta lose or else a
Price is not competitive
I may be discredited but you
Need some art exhibit's
And I'm the only guy upon this
Island who is
others in check
I like to rock with him, side by side
Me and Ready cold chillin with the utmost pride
So if you're not down by law to rock the spot
surrounded by paper chasers, money makers, and cappers
Two Benzes and Tom Ford, I spray, let me get this pay today
Used to rock J's, but now I'm Yve Saint
rocked a vicious rhyme
Like I never did before
She said "damn fly guy I'm in love with you"
The Casanova legend must have been true
I said by the way baby
all ages
Ha-Hallelujah I'm the Hollygrove 2Pac
Roc-a-fella new rock hundred K in a shoebox
AK and a new Glock, a-what-baba-lou-bop
Pray the vest you
tucked
You can't blame him nowadays niggas be moving funny
They just want the clout I'm only motivated by the money
Airing out my problems hits me home but
(yea)
Came from not having a lot (uh)
Want my American pie (pie)
Rich black arrogant guy (guy)
Burn you, don't play with the fire (fire)
Know you get
Always had the sauce, Now I’m on defrost
Way too cold now, heating up like a stove
W the pots bob ross paint brush talk
Water based flow and u know I
I said a hip hop,
Hippie to the hippie,
The hip, hip a hop, and you don't stop, a rock it
To the bang bang boogie, say, up jump the boogie,
a ambitious, all my vehicles match my drive
I' so strong like I could splash by tides
That's besides the point
You transgrammar with you glass disguise
Can't
KushedGod, bitch, the realest
Uh huh, Pete Rock, Smoke DZA
Right, soul brother number uno
Let's get it, homie and you know
Right let's go, DZA
In a perfect
giving you Dap if you not the homie
Most of these niggas be sleeping on me
Now it’s rock a by baby, with macs and 380s
Ain’t want us to eat, but my niggas
I am the Lyte as a rock L-Y, L-Y-T-E
I am the Lyte as a rock L-Y, L-Y-T-E
I am the Lyte as a rock L-Y, L-Y-T-E
Do you understand the metaphoric
evidence for
If these things are what you mean by God
Then I believe in God but I
Don't believe in a personal
God to whom I look for comfort or for a
Natural
with a honey by the name of Hannah
Wearing nothing but a bandanna
Pussy wetter than Louisiana
You know the deal, peace to Miilkbone
I keep it real flyer
the old days
When it wasn't so easy to get your rocks off
When it was hard to make contact with
A member of the opposite camp And
You had to resort
the same way
Tom: Really?
Danny: Yeah, I hate parties
Tom: I hate them too
Michelle: Play some music!
Tom: Oy, I’m not the goddamn DJ, Michelle! I told you
Here we've got Avatar in the house
We've got Tom in the house
We've got Evan somewhere
We've got Lucas playing the bass I think
Wait no that's Tom
pronto
Bombs go boom, throw two Glocks to Robocop
Look, mom, wow, my boob job's by Photoshop
Do not go downtown for colonoscopy
Doctors took Tom's foot, so
'cause you ain't tainted by fame
And you still they little secret
That's the type of bullshit that they frequent
From 19, to 2019, been murderin' this
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