Lyrics:
Turn Me Up Josh
Every street nigga ain't a rapper
Every rapper ain't a street nigga
Every dope boy in rap
ain't a dope boy in the trap
You know
Don't you know we've got to
Put our heads together?
Make the change cause we're all
In the same gang
Now as a youth I used to get my bang
frustrated 'cause ain't no more N'Sync, now I'm all out of whack
I'm all out of Backstreet Boys to call out and attack
I'm going all out in this rap sh-
frustrated 'cause ain't no more N'Sync, now I'm all out of whack
I'm all out of Backstreet Boys to call out and attack
I'm going all out in this rap shit
the pattern, and only rare grasses try in vain to grow here.
The traveler walks all day and the sun has already circled the firmament, frozen over this endless
Yeah, niggas talking all that gangsta shit
Acting like my money ain't no good in the hood
You know what I mean?
Fucking head blown off nigga, you
Yeah, niggas talking all that gangsta shit
Acting like my money ain't no good in the hood
You know what I mean?
Fucking head blown off nigga, you
If you can just imagine
All the work I put in
And sacrifices that I made to get here
If you can just imagine
All the pressure I felt
The hardships
And in theory, the hate severely making them weary
True love conquers all, big or small, short or tall
I applaud all the saints who installed all the laws
the End, it all decomposes
Two by two into the ark you made
Following blindly every word you said
Sunk by the cost of a Biblical fallacy
Towers of babel
broke ass jack boys heard what I said
Free all of my niggas locked up in the feds
Hollow tips 30 clip fill up with lead
Nun of my
interest
Sex is all I expect
If they watch TV in the Lex, they know
They know, quarter past fo'
Left the club tipsy, say no mo'
Except how I'm gettin home,
the back puffin' a blunt
B.A.M., baby, stuntin' in the club gettin' crunk
It's all fun and games till I get confronted by chumps
Cause they heard me
grind)
Lil shorty my student gave her a “Q” she done dropped out on me (Dropped out on me)
But then her friend just hit my line say she want slide on me
And I just want to let y'all know
Who I came down here with
I slid in here with Lord J
And Alamo with the A
And I came to get wreck, like this
I'm
I'm the highest in the room you can already tell
Don't check on me you can see I'm doing well
Making my money by using a scale
I run it up off big
in action
The artist formerly known as Fashion
By the way my name Attack, first name Black
And Problemz
Put it all together and y'all still
You can tell by the way that I call out your name
Girl I need you babe
'Cuz I've dreamt of this moment all night and day
Magic in the air that you
up off my bottom now I'm by the top
It ain't no secret at all, I work like a wizard and ball like John Wall
I find a lane then I Merge wit my dawgs,
they getting more cake, maybe hostess
say when I rhyme, I put her in hypnosis
I am the smoothest, I got my own lotion
Don't need the tips, I appreciate
performance by Steppengoose. Yeah.
Excuse me. As the horde advanced, Dino Sore used his final moments to hold his sun in a warm embrace, severely searing all
food.for our dinner.
i have cried my self to sleep by the cold sea,
with no coat or blanket or dime for the phone,
and awakened in the warm sun,
in his arms,
look
Old Brooklyn, Putnam Avenue crook, I've been token
All around the world, rooked it then, drive back in Brooklyn
Good looking, son, yo, son,
here bandaging
Shorties all on my body they keep tampering
Why would I settle
Never less than the God, son
Obviously I been truly blessed by the God's
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