Lyrics:
Central Park was a thrivin' black town
Yo, Chuck, I'm fightin' the power right now
Thank you, Flav and P-E, puttin' it down
Puttin' your life on the line
a cool type walk, just like me the too
S-h-o-r-t I might be young but I spit this game I started with p and it ends
The same if ya brains is lame
then he cried when DJ Quik came
A day in the life of a playa name Free
When John Mayer told the world
He didn't CARE for me
But look at Obama in
Gbormor
Huh
Okay music ,GO
Wo p3 s3 me p3 aba
Eri wasa na de saa da
The only B i know that I can ever ever relate to chale is called Karma
Life
me happy buy yourself a Sattle
Unlike my sister Stacy when she lost her papa
I been there, gettin stroke and nothing to trap-uh
John could do, when
Patience
Patience, please lord give me patience
I'm only getting older
I start to wonder who I really am inside
I've been searching all this time
Shakespearian
Leveled up my game
I got some new experience
Judge me by my cover
Or my numbers
Ya'll librarians
Colder by the minute its Siberian
They fearing him
man
So proud.
Mama's gone crazy 'cause her baby's shot down
By some teenage car chase war out of bounds
It was the wrong place wrong time wrong end
It Never Ends
It Never Ends
No Matter How Hard I Try
To Find Peace of Mind
Go John Wick I'll Slaughter These Demons Tonight
By Dawn Break Tomorrow
Loud pack sangin' like John P. Kee
Buddha cheese pie in the fronto leaf
Mother fuck the small money blue huncho me
YESSIR
I'm really one awesome cat
Who
me puzzled, but you fit me
At times, I'm hard to figure out but for some reason you get me
Somebody tell me why I Kee p playing these games
just want
Yeah we had rough times but now we undefeated
Yeah we undefeated
Coleslaw P
Undefeated
Always pull through when I'm needed
Yeah we stay undefeated
the red suburbs, the Sunday woods by the hospital
And down all the roads that fed me to places I once needed to be
What did he dream, what did they dream?
Ain't no love in Oakland, bitch
Niggas always talkin bout 'I love you'
But ain't no love, bitch
Now it's a shame, I can't be saved by John
Ego and jealousy
That's what got John killed he should've let it be
Murk had to bury Keith
You can ask bae I cried out the Chesapeake
Put me in my
ct 2 p.m. she eats a late lunch by design
So that she'll have some self-control at dinnertime
Not much at all gets done on Friday afternoon
So who
though
I just got a bitch by the way she guido
Bop, bop, bop
Pop a nigga like a needle
Balling, like McGrady I'm in the audi
You crazy, wanna fuck me now
the titles
Now instead of Chaka call me Nat Turner with the burner
Freedom fighter for this revolution, fuck a wave journer
See I be what John Wilkes Booth
changin the titles
Now instead of Chaka call me Nat Turner with the burner
Freedom fighter for this revolution, fuck a wage earner
See I be what John
the party
Cracking right here fuck V.I.P
Now when my baby loves me
Home wit tears in her eyes
And when I get in, I hurt her more by tellin her lies
She
to a better life
Like John P Kee
A lot of love and R-E-Ciprocity
Where I will be
But i'll still defend my own
That's how it be
Until I D.I.E.
Into a New
to a better life
Like John P Kee
A lot of love and R-E-Ciprocity
Where I will be
But i'll still defend my own
That's how it be
Until I D.I.E.
Into a New
My loyalty
Can always be trusted
By you
If you want to
My loyalty
Is all that I can give you
To you , if you want me too
And when I go out
I just popped a perc and now I'm about to wash it down with a cup of lean
My pockets on dad jokes they filled up with a lot of cheese
Dead's on me
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