Lyrics:
Yeah, yeah
C'mon Bob, just put your music out already
Ok, ok, I'm going
Everybody look at the way that I'm flowing
Every single day I make me a poem
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
know, he's represented by a clarinet....
The part of the Grandfather will be played by Don Amiche.
He... what?
Can't make it? Oh. Huh.
Okay, um, hmm,
And 'In the heights'
Hamilton I'm scrambling these words I write
Bob Ross paint a picture while I paint my life
16 in D.C. I might take ya bike
If Tupac
check the gold smile
Moved my family out a 1 bedroom apartment to a house
Everybody got their own room now
I don't want to see you fail I want to see you
I had shown a great acumen for playing music by ear. My father bought me a small keyboard that was maybe like one or two, maybe three octaves. And I
on airplanes like B.o.B
Canibus, Wu-Tang, you know our history but hats off
When we rap this Jack Frost we outline the track chalk
Thank God for the one
struggle to find our inner selves.
Of course I feel uncomfortable when I'm laughed at in the streets,
But I don't want to be one of them.
I want to be
your blings on turn the screens on, go 'head boy
Just grip the wood
Point understood I knew I could, make the Southside
Body rock with me
Swang and bang
you feeling good
Get your blings on turn the screens on, go 'head boy
Just grip the wood
Point understood I knew I could, make the Southside
Body
you feeling good
Get your blings on turn the screens on, go 'head boy
Just grip the wood
Point understood I knew I could, make the Southside
Body
“What is your name”
She don't know Black History. Is that all she got
That was Horrible. Have some empathy it's not her fault
I wish someone else
and movin'
I'm in Argentina wiping my tears full of confusion
Water in between us, another peer's been executed
History repeats again
Make amends, then
and the alimony
Is why I'm broke, but I don't care because
My impact is mandatory in a age of fake and
I'm perplexed by the hate
Why flex in your songs if
They
a song, a thing called Lazy, this one, Lazy.
You're lazy, stay in bed
You're lazy, yeah, stay in bed
Don't want no money, don't want no bread, oh, shut
Lake Street
Make sure your speakers don't overheat
Here at Lake we partake in some casual veggery
I'm munchin' on some chicken sammie's
That we got from
disrespect and
Keep their heats on cock
And if they punch you in your
Face then some teeth gon drop
Man I don't know where the fuck
Y'all thinkin that we from
your blings on turn the screens on, go 'head boy
Just grip the wood
Point understood I knew I could, make the Southside
Body rock with me
Swang and bang
your blings on turn the screens on, go 'head boy
Just grip the wood
Point understood I knew I could, make the Southside
Body rock with me
Swang and bang
play this game like atari
Don't try to enter this fort
I got a heavy armory
I'll burn you like fossil fuel
I'll make you choke like paula abdul
Ok r.a.p
ain't
Cause all I got on me is a big fat bank
And I hope I don't get robbed by you know who
Make me donate some G's to the boys in blue
And if I sue,
understood finally
If you want to come and get it you know where to find me
'Cause I don't got no time for anyone who be tryin' me
Know if they don't
Ladi-dadi, the Sunn likes to party
I don't cause trouble but I will make you a body
Flowin' high in the Mazarati, two of my ninjas beside me
Lively,
pass 'em the Oscar
From the new school rappers, yeah I'm the illest on the roster
Smoke like a rasta
Black and white like Bob Marley, yeah, like Bob
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