Lyrics:
Serious
Alright, now at the back, use your psychic attack
It sounds like Nyge
I've got hooks but I don't go fishing
Alakazam, I'll make man go
Stepped out while you sleeping
Last time I checked
It was a lockdown creeping
I wanna receive vibe
Mana reaching like
They got five on I
De man dem
jazzy Jeff
That was big to me
I interviewed Vic Mensa for the shorties
That was history
I went cray on Sway
And not the way Ye did
Thats how I got my
hoe
Where the fuck Jeff Ross at when you need a good roast
Yeah you got a big ugly nose
Looking like Pinocchio
Or a nice little spot for my coat
Fuck it
that glitters ain't gold
It ain't gold
No matter how much they hold never fold yo soul
Your soul
Trying to stay warm-hearted in a world so cold
Got
to pen time
Mans got a couple friends like
A 9 to 1 ratio
I can tell all my friends type
That 90 percent brought me down like an enzyme
Like mucus they
drop-top BM's
Man it must be a dream, I must be on the wrong planet
Four girls, lookin' like Janet (yea yea)
'That's the Way Love Goes' when you're
"You go bustin' your fist against a stone wall,
you're not usin' your brain. That's what the white man wants you to do.
Look at you! What makes
posterity
In savage ways
And she waddles away
As if it is an annual event
A family reunion
The Provo River
That cuts through Raintree
Like a chisel
Is
members,
That's it. That's all you got.
Eight! Eight!
Lick a shot-shot. Boom 5 4 3 2 1 wanna make you jump up,
It's like a clean cut
Slicing through
Yeah, woo, yeah
That's the idea, man
The fuckin' Red Wings are playin'
Ayy, the fuckin' Red Wings are playin', man
Fuck, shut up, man, you're
look it's like my
Name got stock in the jets
That ain't my style though
I simply not wish to flex
But if you want we can sit
And talk dollars and checks
though you always want more deep down
And you got goals deep down, that's great, but fuck that shit, I'm so happy, I'm so blessed man
So if you're
a word man
That's the loudest silence I've ever heard
A lot of times guys test him by trying to bug
He just leaves ring imprints all over their mug
He's
your party
Just make sure
You got that room
Filled up with barbies
No Mario bros
We like Jeff and
Ed hardy
These niggas
Too late cause
We already
never find it, never find it (What?)
Woah, hey hahaha
Dropped off by the stork
Raised by the bandit's
Damn it, going outside is a gambit
Got a short
says "Ivar
C'est Bon man" I live the life of a raconteur
I play guitar and I go on tour
It doesn't matter that I am poor
I'm a king man
Sixteen sharks
as a ship
And away, get away, you shanty man
Skippered and crewed by a microchip
And they got no use for a shanty man
Shanty man, oh shanty man
Who's got
life
Now radicalized by the radical right
'Cause when the moneyed ruling class just isn't that bright
What they need is an enemy to fight
We're making
hella' high
Wish I could fly away
Fly away, Wish I could fly away
In the field with that tool man
I ain't got shit to lose
Out here trapping like a fool
to me
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me
Man I pull up in your city and get my Bush
off, there'll be none of that
See who's the one to flip it? Quick to tell a nigga to zip it
Stud drink the 40 cause we ain't got time to sip it
Grand
Jeff Hardy
And I drink all my feelings away
'cause I'm just trying to party
I don't like your boyfriend
I think I'm a better man
Like, truth be told
I'm
Fuck 'em all fuck' em all
Fuck them all
Fuck 'em all fuck 'em all
Fuck them all
Even bitch ass Bernie
Blessed by the birdie
Had the momentum but got
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