Lyrics:
myself in third person
Cause lately life's been feeling like a simulation
I hate this song
Switch to Michael Jackson
God I Rock With You
But you fuck with
Had to Learn The Hard Way, I'm Timmy With the Great Mid Range
Had To Learn The Hard Way, Cause cll My Jr's Need Their Roads Paved
Riding down
da 'bout it 'bout it
From the days of doin' Michael
To the days of bein' jailed
Clash with the thoughts that kept
My fresh mind stale
Now, who you
I'm attention grabber
By walking can tell my pocket fatter
Michael Jackson bad but I'm badder
I chief a hit of shatter
Niggas think they dapper
I run up
rockstar jeans on
Alexander McQueen, tryna put my team on
I been on the low for a minute, tryna get on
Ayy, They be like, where you been? Shit, nigga, I
There's been a murder, play with matches,
We're in the furnace, lake of acid,
The things you learn will make you savage,
The wind will turn, it's
What if time was just stuck in a loop?
I, remember that feelin'
Like damn you used to be with it
Now what the fuck happened to you?
By now you
She's the mutilator, music carnivore
Spinderella rocks the records with a chainsaw
You're still amazed by the way she plays
Not a fad but a phase
Aye its rules
To da game
Nah u cant play
It aint no cheat codes
Cops and robbers
Dope and guns
Crack and rocks
Wat we sold
Inidictment season
Police
a fuse I'm ready to flip,
If I put it on casual consider it drip.
Ain't what you rock how you rock it,
And nothing gone stop it,
In the meantime back up
it rock wit it
You know a better dance
Back when MTV was
Playing videos with hammer pants
Introducing downloads
Hanging by a wire
Throw it on the iPod
craze
I'm Yogi Berra if I rock my cap back ways, you see the N.Y.
It's why I must defend that ways
I keep a dog in my lap, he'll take a nap days
You see
blessed by the L-O,
Say hello to my big partner,
Yo with this heavy metal,
I'm a rock ya,
I tell yo fuckin' block, bring your guns,
Ya bring your
do I entertain y'all with my disrespect?
Respectfully (Great John on the beat, by the way)
Lil Nas X gon' catch AIDS and die like Eazy-E (he is)
to Roy's, cause I ain't kickin' science fiction
I kick a size nine sneaker or boot
Chop chumps to stumps, and they remain minute
The Sheik, I get deep,
streets
Where They dreams are crushed
Into angel dust
Fighting Devils
It's the angel in us
Just let Michael Angelo
Create the painting of us
Welcome
watch who you approachin'
I'm not your R & B singer, so ain't no need for vocal coachin'
Just a forty and a roach and I'll admit you rock the units
an excuse
What the fuck!
When I made, so, 2SEATER was made at the end
Of 2013, in my room, in like, twenty minutes
Out of boredom
Again i had just got my
like a mother fucking socket
Michael scott we get to work like its the mother fucking office
All I do in life to win is learn from all my other losses
Don't even know who i would be
By now If i wasn't the man you see
Right Now
Been through the storm been through the heat I'm crowned
All i wanna be
ain’t sturdy
My money is dirty
These hoes getting cheaper by the dozen
Yo chick is flirty, You should be concerned
Because I spit that’s g shit shorty
Asorted flavours, in they solatos
Inspire young minds, stacked by Nato's
With the right determination of a patho
Running 'cross the water with bricks
Look up never get shook up
Pick a book up and learn something
I got some heat for the streets
That'll make you smarter
Take away your ego
Mista Nightridah's creepin up by the minute, sky's the limit
Super-duper storm trooper, gotta watch my back like Martin Luther
See me comin wit my
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