Lyrics:
old colored feller who the folks was always fond
I don't even remember what his last name was we always just called him Uncle John
Why I remember when
get on the whiskey
Let somebody else drive
I said, when on the Crown whiskey
Let somebody else drive
Why don't you let John Anderson drive, oh,
rich to let these broke ass cops arrest me
Bookbag full of hundreds on me, please don't put your hands on me (no)
I don't play for the Hawks, but they
don't have no time for no "wham-bam thank you mam"
Gas me up, get me drunk and hit, then you scram
The same old shit you pulled last week on Pam
I'm
let it blink, nigga, I don't think (oh)
Your hood Titanic, we gon' make that shit sink (straight up)
Live by the code, die by the code
Never been
(hm), which still was fine
But just know inside, to me, that shit's hilarious, so when I (haha)
Get dissed though and by a pioneer
Who was one
a Backwood, Swisher sweet blunt, orange lace dope (let's go)
It's just some shit I wrote
My city couldn't be saved by John the Pope (John the Pope)
I slid
each other the next
And if you don't like it it's just like that
'Cause I come from, the city of dope
It couldn't be saved by John the Pope
But since
to the see to the a and it's a must
The rhymes that we bust on the topic on lust
And my moms is not butt, but fuck it
Let me get down to the rhythm
Yes I'm
got her rapping acapella
Can't trust no people fucking with the Reverend
I got a chopper, boy don't make me be the devil
He knocking on the door
But the pride won't let em, inside's like 'go get em'
And I'm just like 'Why your tryna fight momentum'
We just keep winning, by landslides oh and umm
at a target
I never miss them, call me a Sargeant
A Corporal, a General, a higher rank
My rhymes are sharp, just like a shank
Blade, cutting through boxes
I do
been acquainted
Flyness who made it
It gets duplicated
Mindless violence
Well let me try to paint it
Here's the 5 steps
In hopes to explain it
hurry, I know I'm gonna get you
You don't wanna hurt me, baby don't worry, I ain't gonna let you
Let me tell you now
My love is strong enough to last
millimeter heater stashed in two-seaters with meat cleavers
I don't blame you, I wouldn't let Hailie listen to me neither
There's really nothin' else
right here
Get mind right, your money light
Don't make me come out there
Snatch your whore and get it done right there
Little niggas ain't ready for
cruisin' a good invention
But in some ways
I don't think it gets any easier
Your walking on the water
Bit by far my favorite one,
But now it seems
her mommy
She be callin' you Kelly, when yo name is Tommy
I don't know what y'all be thinkin'
When you bring 'em round me
Let me remind you that I am
never accomplished right so I gotta let that go
And keep movin yeshua illuminate my path
And keep me tuned in so much negative around for me
To still get
night for you, baby (yeah)
And so hop out the clothes, let 'em drop to the floor
I want you to talk to me, baby (remix)
You's a prissy little missy,
kites, makin' wishes
Fuck around and get mad on the strength of con-ju-gal vi-sits
Flip the weight pile, hit my fee-vee
Keep my shank close by me when
a five by seven
Will I finally get to go to ghetto heaven
Got my bitches on the outside writin' me letters
And they tell me they love me and the shit
the girls my room key
Money can't buy you love, so I don't pay for no pussy
I don't pay these haters no mind, so fuckin' call me cheap
I grab life by
Look at all my trials and tribulations
Sinking in a gentle pool of wine.
Don't disturb me now, I can see the answers
'Till this evening is this
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