Lyrics:
football fan
I flipped a mad dog and a Japanese man
A double bunk bed a 40 to the head
Now get up and watch me rap to cornbread hey
Hey I hear ya
Yo
Yeah, don't know why all these girls keep competing with you, yeah
Guess they're threatened by you
'Cause I get the best from you
'Cause see we
Cause if not Milli's the Forty Cal's a ring on 'em
I know your kind gettin by leave the city quick
Niggaz bleed just like us I'm on that Biggie shit
on them blocks you shouldn't play at night
I'll have them boys hit you nigga, Say goodnight
You hard hardly, I'm Bob Marley, the way I write
Cause I could
national myths; assorted clichés coined by the state; the ideological shorthand meant to sweep your private doubts [away] of this virtual training course.
The son of Shim sung me hymns
Enjoy the royal smell, golden bells
King Soloman's spells, holy vails
Instruments of excellence, new testaments
little kids out run amuck
Crying out for a voice
But no one's done enough
Hustle hard for some choices they can muster up Bust a gut through this cluster
fucking tatted up
Like I'm the blue face baby
Pull up what it do baby
Game so strong prolly could have had a few babies
But ain't nothing new icy
Had
That's fucked up, yeah
Hey, welcome
To the new world
I'd like to make a small dedication tonight
To the bitches of the world
Now to make this
Tell 'em
I tell her timing 이 너무 중요한데
MMA 처럼 달려들고 싶은 마음에
She on my mind 그날을 기억하지
일년이라는 시간이 너무나 빠르지
I been crying for some love
I know my shawty tryna get
the taste of butter
(I'm just a regular everyday normal motherfucker)
My favorite movies as a kid were Superman and Ghostbusters
(I'm just a regular
spins goin' around and round and round
(Get your stamps on your passport up, you dig what I'm saying
It's next level shit man)
(This ain't revolutionary
officer please lift up your knee
Handcuffs on, not resisting arrest 'cause I wanna go home
I've been wearing a mask, I'm African American, no I can't get
amazing, made it through hard times, one time
I got rappers on my plate they for lunchtime
Just in case they get carried away
When I'm humble doesn't mean
Chris Wallace
I'm firing bosses, you hire Rick Rosses
Fly lil' bitch get me try to slip sausage
I'm like, "Bitch, how we gon' retire rich off this?"
and drank, heavy on the sherm
And you don't want to get fronted by Joseph, cause his turns burn
Nigga fuck you pay me, but its been slow round here 'Ro
Nigga
grabbin
No gimmicks no acting
I get the funds and then stack it
Bank the dollars then pass it
I hit the blunt then ash it
I'm rolling I'm high
I'm coolin
Well you ain't playing with the game
Imma show you what I got and
What I got is everything
And I'm rapping with words full
Of forces that sting
Lemme
me
Came thru by myself because it’s all me
Shots with the legends-These aint just pictures
I’m really out here making records with niggas
I’m never
on the news
He and two friends got caught up in their haste
To attack the school's database and get grades replaced
John's friends took their sentence from
that hard
To pull the pieces apart
To give this life a second chance
Let it start man by coming out the dark
a tough woman
She grabs life by the balls, she's a rough woman
Handcuffs don't stop her, she can't get enough
Of carin' for her baby - A habit - hard
haters and I do this shit for assholes
Computer with the flow is so old check your algorithm
Why I'm talking so hard that's the alpha in him
From canals
thought we were so cool
Talking about painting all city
Cause we were tired of tagging local
Then you went and you got you some new friends
And man I had
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