Lyrics:
neckin' in my tomb
Check it out yo, I smile like Groucho Marx
I make a joke, hokey pokey, and slide by like egg yolk
Play me like a punk like Penguin
know many pose a perfect picture Secretly they hoes
All that time you spent on writing it but you not Living by the code
I can't stop the cooking; album
shit hits the fan, I Ron Artest niggas
This how I'm living getting tatted in some house slippers
I like my bitches simple laid back relax, it's mental
on in your parents' bedrooms
Sometimes I wanna get on TV and just let loose
But can't, but it's cool for Tom Green to hump a dead moose
"My bum is
on in your parents' bedrooms
Sometimes I wanna get on TV and just let loose
But can't, but it's cool for Tom Green to hump a dead moose
"My bum is
enough
Drive-by's, blood-spattered on my shoe, I'm not hood enough
But why cry?
I Waka Flocka Flame, hit your block up
Thug life, it's in my veins, go
goin' on in your parents' bedrooms
Sometimes I wanna get on TV and just let loose
But can't, but it's cool for Tom Green to hump a dead moose
"My bum
a legend?
I just got ten number one albums, maybe now eleven
More hits than a "Now! Eleven"
That is no reason to treat me like I'm somehow from outta
about a dime a dozen
Ash and exhale, days keep on coming
Collapsing supernova
I got work by Bova
Up in the shadowbox
Framed like it was priceless
Bob
that boy shirt red like I'm Bob Ross
Let the squad finish the job like I got lobs
Married to the game, I'm a in-law to outlaws
I'm crazy, Chrisean Rock
I gotta a Peter tingle
Don't know who I am, Kris Kringle, nah uh
Ain't a miss, ain't a swish, hit the backboard, yessir
Like this, little spin, first
'm surrounded by paper chasers, money makers, and cappers
Two Benzes and Tom Ford, I spray, let me get this pay today
Used to rock J's, but now I'm Yve Saint
spit shit subliminal
Slang therapist, my whole style is criminal
Bugged like Bob Digital, fly visual
Mind body and soul, I'm a strong individual
Come
It's Mr. I don't give a fuck up on the top floor
Smelling like a bag of weed mixing with my Tom Ford
Used to bag it up then I would stuff it in
started by jealous people
Look at all these rumors, started by jealous people
[Steve Austin]
So Shadow, I understand you're having similar problems
forget this like ya did the long-division
I'ma take my pen and pencil
I'ma show ya how I scribble
Bob and weave the way I dribble
Never settle, whistlin'
that it? Nope!
Purple Rain by Prince
Blues Traveler Four
Toto One and Four
Riot Brand New Eyes by Paramore
Father John Misty Fear Fun
Talking Heads
Is it
Is it
Is it EM
Or is it ME
I think you get what i mean
They say oh fuck
Worst You better fucking slow down
Once Kers drops his last album I
than your video
Fuck a sadiddy ho
This that rap city flow, hit Flex
Let the city know, shit
By time you hear this
A nigga will be up on Arsenio
And I got
Only get one shot only get one shot ima get mine
Only take one shot only takes one shot ima hit mine
Only get one shot, only get one shot, only get
Just throw them 20s kuz we runnin outta, ones
Face take em on a field trip, bagged lunch
Heard ya last album, and it was like
Ehh
My shit hit like
Let's grab the pen I'm in album mode if you haven't noticed
The album was golden Pain Through the Scriptures went platinum
All in my inner circle
to meditate
Man I'm in my zone
Handclaps when I celebrate
I'm kinda fly
Watch a nigga fucking levitate (ahhh)
Ground control to Major Tom
Tell these niggas back
Strippers are fuct, tweakers are fuct, your mom is fuct, and cocaine is fuct, your girlfriend is fuct, by my face shes fuct, by a dog shes fuct, by
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