Lyrics:
drew the chalk
He never explained 'bout what he saw
Voices in his head but he barley talk
Keep a gun, you can tell by the way he walk (the way he
having fun wit 'em
By my smell you could tell I don't give a fuck
Ina cut, rollin up indicas
I ain't hangin, so nah I ain't pickin up
Saw straight through
gotta dip
City boys up, I'm fuckin'
That's my city girl got no respect
I been this way since a jitty boy
Keep steppin', nigga, give 'em to me
Had me
shes dancing
With that girl, I saw shes with that girl
I tell em' shorty is a lesbian
Shorty got a friend and her friend got
A friend too (haa) that's
I come through smellin' like sex
Ain't no tellin', I flex
Fuck that, tell 'em I'm next
Bank emailin' my checks
ShadeRoom, tell 'em I flex
You
service announcement
Brought to you by joey bunz
Tha manager for jluke
Tha wait is over
He here now
Are you ready?
Get em jluke
Im here now
Tell my
a Beamer
Shorty say i'm mean she be acting like she don't know my demeanor
Chillin smokin reefer
Cavemen coming through the speakers
Ibo boy you can tell
By
anything
I feel like I've been run over by a truck
I don't care much about anything
So give me a ring
And tell me to wake up and do anything
I used
shit they thought I would've quit by this time
Everybody saying he can not rhyme
Everybody saying he'll never shine
I'm just suffering legend tryna tell
what I have to do. Jada bout to Tell em the Truth.
3 and a half years if they catch you with a gat,
cll that means now is N*ggaz is shootin' back.
need to pretend
Therapist tell me I don't need to defend
Therapy tell me I don't need to explain
Just drop the record on the needle and express my
what they tell me but that's what my vision is
And they gonna hate it yeah they gon diminish it
They gon need medics when I make em sick
I stay by my
regular folks know that they're just chumps
you don't get what you want by threatening folk
you get people onboard by giving 'em hope
'cos there's world
boy, be your boy
You can treat me like a toy, like a toy
Live our life and let's enjoy
Girl you know you bring me joy, bring me joy
I just want to be
in my head, no, I don't want nobody round me
They flip the script and say they real, boy tell me how dat sounding
Just add it up and stack it up,
around
With them fake frowns, sell 'em on eBay
Get word to the DJ, tell 'em Staten Island's
In the house, put the record on replay
[Ghostface
I think I caught another body
Imma about to catch another charge
Cuz if I catch another body
Imma be a criminal at large
Tell em catch me if you
come and rock with me everybody rocking out
I make em jump till there's a hole in the fucking ground
Pose for a picture, nigga I am so off the Richter
Whoa!
A get your hands in the air, and get to clappin 'em
And like, back and forth because ah
This is, what you thought it wasn't
It beez,
Whoa!
A get your hands in the air, and get to clappin 'em
And like, back and forth because ah
This is, what you thought it wasn't
It beez,
Little boys and girls, they all love me
Come sit on the lap of I-see-E
And let me tell ya a story or two
About a punk-ass nigga I knew
Named
Little boys and girls, they all love me
Come sit on the lap of I-see-E
And let me tell ya a story or two
About a punk-ass nigga I knew
Named
Little boys and girls, they all love me
Come sit on the lap of I-see-E
And let me tell ya a story or two
About a punk-ass nigga I knew
Named Jack, he
Whoa!
A get your hands in the air, and get to clappin 'em
And like, back and forth because ah
This is, what you thought it wasn't
It beez,
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