Lyrics:
who's there?
Y'all fucked around and let death in
I'm John Lennon, I'm Michael Jackson
I'm Cobain, I'm Zeppelin
Your best friends are dead ends
Your best
it like I'm Roshi
They don't wanna rock, I walk around and I go do it by my lonely
I can do it on my own
Please do not disturb, I ain't checkin' up my
Rebel, renegade, must stay paid
Not by financial aid, but a raid of hits
Causing me to take long trips
I'm the original teacher of this type of style
and bounce around, now do the brown
Rock it, pop it, don't stop it, I want to knock it, yeah
Open up and lemme come inside, take me on that donkey ride
I
cause I'm gonna win
Sing with my soul before I get old
Cause there may be no tomorrow
There is no limit to what can be done
Climbing the mountain with
Step by step
Goin higher
Never tired
Got that fire
In my heart like
Shit be blazing
Never fazing
When im chasing
I be glazing
Like a donut
Trynna
the self-afflict
But it has to be that way
Waste words on what they feel
I’m prepared to make it real
And I thought you’ll make it
But you let go
Let
dribbling around it
Im wanted by my higher self for more no bounty
Theirs gold on my head
Knownin that much gonna put me to bed
I want them bundles cash like
the thought is entertaining
I ain't stopping till be sprayed it
Oh my god, for real man, not again I'm shaking
But before I tie a rope around this nob
If
rock shit
And uh
I love that shit, I listen to that shit a lot, um
But, Gangstas Paradise
And then shortly after that I think it was 1st of the Month by
What you gon do if you don't make it (What)
What you gon say if you don't know shit (I don't know)
What you gona play if you don't have nun (Nun)
Say
I got to show my homies love, though
I just don't fuck around with niggas that I don't know
And you can take that how you wanna take it
I'm from these
don't fuck around with pics cuz the movement is up
Niggas in the backfield watch for jewelry that's plush
I don't rock 'em I ain't broke, chump, pussy,
I got some money I'm a blow it all today
They say Michael don't throw it all away
And my reply was there's more on the way
When I said it I was
I got some money I'm a blow it all today
They say Michael don't throw it all away
And my reply was there's more on the way
When I said it I was
I'll let Michael Jordan be my stylist
I'll rock one of them baggy ass Tracy McGrady suits
I've been poppin' since I was 5, that was in '82
Believe
my world tumbles down
I will not stick around
But I just keep on falling down
Crashing into rocks
I hear the people calling out
But I do nothing
Rollercoaster with the speed
Penthouse full of frustration (yeah)
Red and blue be the sirens (yeah)
Michael Jackson gon' and beat it (yeah)
Rollercoaster with
clowns
I can't even talk to you
Bitch I can't be around
I might just leave town
I can't see you haters like I'm playing lost and found
Got it out the mud
recording a masterpiece, chewing peanuts in your session
I'm a learn you a lesson: all y'all can't write
You just a new group with an ordinary gimmick
my guac
I don’t mean amole
Feel like I’m being watched
I don’t mean a Rollie (Okay)
I’m half past seven o' clock
All by my lonely (Kyuh)
Spit's got
you a big bouquet of flowers to your crib
It was unannounced
Ride around, ride around in my city with you
Smoke out the ounce
Used to be gram by gram
I pull her to slip and I pour the rain
Rain, little flover
Got my bitch and I'm messing around like I say so
What
Drinking by my peso
Got my own
it'll be a different song in this motherfucker
Two bitches in the club, can't we all get along in this motherfucker?
Rodney King and I'm gone in this
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