Lyrics:
"Fool, you got some papers?"
"Yeah it's in the room on the dresser"
"Hey man I don't see 'em"
"Hey man look in the closet"
"OH!! Damn nigga, what the fuck
on the scene
Shego and Gamorra
Need a bad hoe with some green
Turn her to a queen
Time flying by like a road trip blunt
Smoking gas, light up that skunk
So high
see, my name is JLiv
Also known as Mr. Main Character
Also known as The Rap Game Holy Grail
Save further applause to the end but thank you
You're too
Battle me I put the U in the I C
Bars Impacting ya brain like I'm 5G
I be disconnecting with my haters
I'm flexing, I don't need the pass to connect
the sickest nigga bout to land in Wuhan
Her name Su Han but she go by Susan
She keep stealing my shit I threw the deuce man
Got a dancer in Atlanta named
invaded by these lames
What a catastrophe that shit would be, we can't
Let it happen, comin' ready for war
Ridin' a tank, never drawin' a blank
You ain't
like one of them boost phones
No need to see the future, I know what y'all dudes on
This ain't Flavor of Love, but bitches get sent home
These niggas is
the funk
This nigga said he gone fuck me up
Yeah nigga lemme see that happen
Niggas wonder why they be static
Niggas wonder why we get active
Neva threaten
a lyrical midget, watch me then say fee-fi-fo-fum
Flowin this like a veteran that I'm incredible is what they be stung by
When I'ma give in a flow of the funk
this bitch
Check it out, geah
I'm giving you that funky funky ass shit
That you gots to fuck with, uh
So stand back cause I don't want my funk
of my kids
When I was standing in my mufuckin' corner, wont nobody here
Try to put my back up against that lil' wall, see what I did
Man, I've been stuck
of the compton funk
Hoo-bangin' with a pistol grip pump
Buckin' shots in your body boy, buck
For poppin' that lip service, now your lookin' nervous, uh
Muthafuckas
fears nigga wassup
They been turning us up
Ain't no faking the funk
Got my word and my nuts
Get distracted by lust
I been fighting with cous' it's
on myself here in this rap business
I see the days that I learned my lesson
No turning back, now I turn to Smith and Wesson
Polluted by lust, in God I trust
Cuz you faking the funk
Me and LC like two v's
Side by side when we connect that's a dub with ease
Pulling strings like it's puppetry
While I'm sipping
Man the streets been gettin tricky pray I make it out this bitch
Suckas barkin' like it's funk but they be quick to go and snitch
Walked em' down
on this sphere
Wave two, who the fuck are you
Since I saw you, murder accrued
Last time you saw how I threw
This time you see me with my crew
Wave three,
off the plane seeking the chapter as fresh to be written unbitten by others
Bothersome being no fleeing
Acknowledge environment wonder how must I rid
from H&M
The clerk was very nice
At least you decide to see
Her behaviour as professional
Her flirting as occasional
And I tried to be funny
I said I
fucked up what you did, I hooked you up wit my girl
and shit you fucked her 8 times you see her you don't say SHIT to her
you know what I'm sayin?
You need fitness, nigga
Ridiculous how I spit this
Off the tip, tip, of my high
Get my dick tip sucked by your thot
On my cot on the cot, on my yacht
as the days go by
Me, Choo-Choo & Clyde smokin' dank 'til the sun rise
Walk into the school house
Franklin Junior
Back when it was cool to kiss & tell
strikin like lightning in the fast lane
Introduced to the crack game by nigga Jermaine
And get your scratch man
The gats came, the leather gloves and ski
don't fake mine, I do this the fair way
Snitches get stitches, blown away and left on display
Hung by the grapevine, I just kicked a chair away
Let me be
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