Lyrics:
out, stall em out
Fuck em, I twist em
The hardhead never listen
They never recognize and they never pay attention
I stay G, and by the way did I
I'm saved by the trades and I can make some
Oops I didn't get 5 D's on my JC
On my knees like JC homelessness like "hey B!"
Hindsight will show you when
The road to glory tends to take a lot away
Carpe Diem, seize the day, I'm seizing everything
Getting it by any means, you'll have to bury me
Before I
perched on few buildings
I won't let em JFK me
Trey pound boom like KD
Shots make you dance like JT
Everything in sync (NSYNC)
Clap to the before the body
a breath
You are amazing and they are just garbage!!!
I’m loving the way that you walk by
I connect to you like you are Wi-Fi
I promise i’ll chase you
it's ya biggest fan
It's not even necessary to introduce who I am
by now, cuz we're good friends
Remember the letter I wrote, before Atlanta on Up In
a movie where George Bush had a bearded man on his squad,
So much power from oil money that poor folks can't sit by him,
No problem, Osama, Bin Laden, Been
deep (more)
Still got that white, boy, no NSYNC (white)
I throw up my thumbs and I send three
I got the pump in the Benz Jeep (facts)
I leave blood
Soul
When it's late at night
I'm thinking 'bout you baby please come by
I know you want me but you switching sides
Will you decide stop wasting time
Too much what your lips drink better if ya lip sync
You don't need to sip drink you better lie down
I'm a rapper slash stiff drink tell her buy NSYNC
Running through the jungle
Heads by the bundle
This motherfucker went looking for trouble
All my niggas down so who's ready to rumble
Who's ready
wearing a frown i'm loud, like a sloth
On the prowl, like a sloth
I devour, like a sloth no one can ever doubt
I'm downing pizzas by the box
I'll crown
on the tires
The colors is NSYNC
Get it,
All these niggas so pathetic
They be on the scene
But my niggas always fled it
And I feel like a fiend
When it come
cause God's the one who's punching clocks
Y'all just put the time in
Verse 2 - Stylus
These ghastly folks in-trapped by the ghost who roll for Satan
or the gauge, and the aim is so deadly
By the look on their face, man, it's easy to tell that they really ain't ready, no
They wasn't ready, they wasn't ready,
canes
Sitting on top of a dried up JC Penney day mattress
Whatever it takes to survive, see that's what I supply
Like slipping and sliding in
They play by ears for years now my folks deserve some equal
Affection from this infection that gives our foundation
The same blood the same drugs equals
get out of it
Any and all should fall, many are small should call
Naughty By Nature the creator of all y'all
Show hope, show no hope and can't cope,
Check just in, NSYNC
Chest, hit his lid, don't blink
I could turn this shit into somethin' you won't believe
Crip nigga rollin' up my weed
Man, I was
King Kong down in Hong Kong
Show in Brooklyn fuck the 9-9
Booger sugar hit by my slime
Subway pregame feeling sublime
Postgame Joe's to dine and wine
I
is I wish by Skee-Lo
If you say boom three times Imma yell way ooo
So come on ride the train if you know then you know
And if you feel a little lost
you put us on a list your name would be crossed and mine underlined
I’m on that grind, you can’t relate
Like NSYNC, I say ‘Bye, Bye Bye’
Nothing worth
you life, from another string
That's an N'sync compatible line that I created just to tell you guys as teams
I'm not by myself
like the road to me is easy it's hard
Find out who it is and be surprised by the laughter
I just want you to know about the ever afters
They don't exist
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