Lyrics:
on the mic to my sisters and brothers
Every time you listen to the radio
All you hear is nonsense, they never play the bomb shit
Everything that glitters
hedgehog
Y'all better make like Sega: get lost
That goes for the plumber too
Yo Nintendo, I got your number, dude
I'll never quit running my mouth
Just like
Afghanistan, Egypt, Libya?
The irony is we have no business in Syria
But kids are getting killed for all the business in Syria
And then they try and tell you
What the hella are we
We just some mfkn victims
Stay low key
Nah we aint never be trippin
No games homie got that fire when We spittin
Never stay
country
Sunset in the background never gets old
Got some dirt on my boots, mud tires on the road
And we all talk alike, yes sir, no ma'am
Seal
Got three LPs but I ain't got no hit's
An ungrateful, hateful, little son of a G
I'm a Deadhead runnin' from the DPD
Got soul
You're plagued with
the beat, all still riding with ya
Party by the big riders, still siding with ya
Party by the real niggas still hustling to ya
I know you're here in
show 'em how we do, what we do and why
Keep ballin' in our ride, driving show, I pass 'em by
You see our paper, haters hating but it's still all good
shell annoyed them, plow
Never to worry, all the wrong doers got it coming back to em
A thousand times over
Every dog has it's day and everything flips
with my ex-wife
Attempting to prove to the judge that I'm a responsible father
But we all know I'm fuckin' not
I got the kid's ears pierced at two
even trying
You don't scare me at all
If you did a drive-by, I'd wave!
It's so cute when you rap
It's like I'm watching my dad
Tryna use an iPad
the Netherlands
Never land if it ain't Neverland, hold it there, hello?
Eyo, what's up? If your schedule ain't too tight
Party goin' down, my place, tonight, we got
fast
I said days roll by I watch them pass
Yeah you want to roll with Rock
And party with the crews that just don't stop uh huh
Rolllin'
You got me
go
High not low and away we go
It's twelve o'clock and I don't want to party
My pit bull friend and my big truck hobby
A little bit of dirt never hurt
to die
I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all
I see a little silhouetto of a man
Scaramouch, scaramouch will you do the fandango
Thunderbolt
don't want me
I
Understand that shit by all means
And I might come off a little salty
But how could you not want me?
Knew this would blow up
And this
what what what)
Can't nobody do it like y'all do
(What what what what)
When we spit, yo we never run outta rounds
This is life ball not
Ayi, Lil Rock, Yeah
Alexx
Lil Stone finna cook this beat
Sheesh Hardik
Lilac Fashion
I'm pullin up in a coupe
Light that gas on
We smoking all
you, bitch come try me (come try me)
In the hood all by myself, and ain't nobody gon' try me (damn, don't try this shit nigga)
Taught your pussy-ass
the assurance I've longed for
As long as I've got King Jesus
Conquered all of me
I put my faith in Jesus Lord, my King
Nobody like You
You walked
on Fairfax, they thought I was a Laker
Don't get embarrassed by the merits
Murals of Paris, I ain't never been to Paris (never)
Murals of Phoenix, I ain't
tryna block my jumper
First place please get up off my bumper
You don't got cheese over here we got a bunch
All white sheets all across my covers
Plain
The other me will never get the girl, though
Got himself killed fooling around with Furlow
Protecting wormhole knowledge is the game plan
Hey man, that mean's
the fact, being black terrorized by the state
Obliterate the remains
Don't record any names
And deny any claims that we file
While they never stand trial for
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