Lyrics:
Learned to play the djembe off of Alice at Malonga's place
EBCPA by the Nev from Summer breaks, nigga
And to Sucka Free niggas (Yo, I see you, my nigga)
style
Threw sketches in a pile
Taking flicks of my own shit making myself smile
Like damn I did that last night
N' met some brothers that would rep by my
Skeeza mad I think she want the fame (Glah)
About a murder, 10 toes I want speak that's on my brother name (Name)
They be dissing get them out
a letter
By my Uncle Fud
An I rode away
On the Tennessee Stud
The Tennessee Stud was long and lean
The color of the sun
And his eyes were green
He had
See I was hoping to inspire
With my letter to Elijah
To lead is better than admire
We don't all make it through the fire
Hey listen close when
letter say
The letter Z
Ah shit
Aye listen doc I'll be right back man I uh
I gotta make a call man
So I hop in my whip gotta figure this shit out
My man
I'm still stuck by the sea side
I'm tweaking
My brothers still in needing
Get the money so that I can go feed 'em
So that I can see them in the
Sea side
Switching
Who Switching
John
Paul
George
Ringo
You can hate how I talk, but you gonna love the music, you know and I'm fine with that
My brother, my sister
flying colors
Like a gangbang drive-by
I maintain my fly side, cultivate my grimy one
You can call for help, but you'll be dead by nine one
How we body
We have come in to this house to magnify the Lord
I fell in love before church was Over
Too late my Brother To late My Sister
I fell in love before
I'm hot on this beat, sriracha
She like when I beat, piñata
See right through the bs, Hinata
Good by myself but I love all my partners
And I don't
bruh
I'm writing to see if you got my last letter
And if you did honestly this my last letter
I get the point, I see you to busy and don't wanna be
To my daddy to know that you only got 10 years
You wrote me letters like you was gon get out and be better
You brought my mama to florida projects
to reintroduce myself
My name is Hov (oh), H to the O-V
I used to move snowflakes by the O-Z
I guess even back then you can call me
CEO of the R-O-C, Hov
I'm Magic Johnson's
death in a box with Jordan's pops that ass'll never take another
breath
'cause, I write the songs like Barry Manilow
I like my
wanna ride
I'm gon' need somebody by my side
I decided this is do or die
And I'm alive
If it wasn't for John, we couldn't do any of this
Now we got
I'm better than
why'all know the beef in the hood it'll never end
Never hit the club unless I get's my berretta in
The letter N, short for Nasir
to
(Great John on the beat, by the way)
Oh, I love the Lord (I love the Lord)
I sure do, surely do love the Lord
He heard, he heard my cry (he heard my
the light
Heard a voice that sound like Barry White, said "sure you're right"
Don't let me find out who tried to bite
They better off goin' to fly a kite
the streets at midnight, the little terror
Huh, I get better by the letter
A true breed, head to juvenile once more
A twenty bag of funk, shall I say more?
is this
Cause my name rings more bells than a Jehovah witness
Stronger than listerine, moppin' up rappers like Mr. Clean
Oh Lord, the Kane just
I could
Sometimes I guess my best ain't good enough
'Cause when it's over, said shit done
You sittin by yourself mixed up
But I tried, I tried
about it later in a verse I curse
Because I'm real with this to keep my shit straight bumpin'
Murder, created by the streets of Compton
Now get it from
Today's the day, we gon' get him out them tiers (Tiers)
This our only shot, he been locked up for years (Years)
That's my brother on my mother any
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