Lyrics:
killed them
I'm the reason they still alive
They should be thanking me for the way I can lyrically gift them life
I'm a lyrical genius
Or possessed by
I'm a jack of all trades, but a master of none
Pretty good at plenty, never perfect at one
Flawlessness recoiled from me when I was young
Teasing me
the history of music
By night, just to pay for that shit, you'd dance
To get your pants was a mission impossible
We were both the same age but I
Suppose
always exotic nigga like me got my own garden
Hop up in the court, ball with my niggas play like James Harden
LV belts on me but you can still see my pants
Got the mack jack, still swing swords like Zorro
We jackin' and clappin' y'all just applaud like bravo
Now I plaud the Cappo, Zeke and Santana
I
We'll go ahead, do your best and find me
Matter of fact, I'll be at your mom's by nine and we'll be fuckin' all night
Disregard the rubber
I'ma pull out
Lyrically, I'm drivin' drunk how I'm swervin'
In and out of genres, I ain't pop or urban
I'm my own category, you can
Call that shit purpose, listen
I need
on my Jack Jones
Take everything but that soul
At least you're still alive
I'm evil in disguise
This guy's like black Coke coca-Coca
Yeah i'm liking fat
to The Garden
Today's special looks good, so I'm gonna go for that
Get a phonecall
Must be the darkness
Must be the darkness
It's Janice
Ask me what I'm gonna
So if I fall, could the choir catch me?
I flew away, on a mountain, got tempted by Satan
Got bitten by a cobra, but the Lord took my venom
So who's
Medusa in my eyes let me turn to stone
Build brick by brick 'til I'm on the throne
I'm still anxious though
Need somewhere to smoke
Just a little overdose
garden
Sitting in my old oak tree
When the world grew all around me
When the world grew around me
I still care about the future and I still worry about
marvelous, they're wonderful
We can't
We can't say they're inferior anymore)
But every time we drive-by and shoot
Every time we car-jack
Every time we use
Found life in decay
Jack Torrance in the maze
Cold, froze, stuck in place
Soul cursed since the day
I crawled out of this earth
Blood and dirt on my
Or a waitin' for some rich uncle to die
Katy, she's waitin' at the garden gate
The moonshiner's waitin' at the still
The gambler's still waitin' for that
way or you'll get done up by the Louie
To thee wack cats I screw he
Ask if them niggas ain't up upon their juices
Sittin' in my room buildin' with
have to beat down Ice Cube?
Hell no, I'll static son, you'll see it's okay
I keep my 9 anyway
For the day one of my homies want to squab
I'm still rollin
of my homies want to squab
I'm still rollin wit The Lench Mob
(AmeriKKKa's Most Wanted)
Back in the day I dip my shirt in dirt
Sometimes I got
in Fresh, the realest niggas know
That's the movies niggas should watch, fuck Scarface and Blow
You still talkin' New Jack City, that's why you
What's up, darlin'?
I been keeping my eye on your movement
I can't see no room for improvement
Why you all over there in your Jack Jones?
You
POE
I'm STILL
AVERAGE
I like to talk that cash
Shit I'm still average
Still M.O.B. til they close the casket
Long kiss goodnight
On my Sam Jack
What's up, darlin'?
I been keeping my eye on your movement
I can't see no room for improvement
Why you all over there in your Jack Jones?
You
the have-nots, all hail)
(God bless the child that can hold his own, no motherfuckin' doubt)
Bein' born with less I must confess only adds on to the stress
willing to stand up for his own rights
Should lose the use of his right and left leg"
They say I couldn't do it
So I went out and did it
They said they
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