Lyrics:
stepped up, so what up?
Tryna make bread with these damn cold cuts
I cold crush every beat that I touch
My words silk and my flow is pure plush
Tell
Like nine cans of shaving powder, that's funky
It was once said by a man who couldn't quit
Dope man please, can I have another hit?
The dope man
Chanel bag?"
55 hundo, pop green, and I ball
Like Rondo
Catch me, North-South, with a dime ho
Turnt up, but I'm like keep calm ho
I go, make a million
mi make me roll it
Now mi make me roll it
Mister officer
Now mi make me smoke it
Now mi make me smoke it
'Can, I'm a ganja man
When you see me, when
the fuck up
Gotta make a run, it's a big money deal
Gankers got the fake but you can get the real from the
Dope man, dope man (Yeah, that's me)
Dope
Everybody saving up for
What he is selling
Mister Jones
Oh, every mark
Is looking out for
What he is selling
What he is selling
Mister Jones
He'll
land
So the frog he borrowed by iPhone and pulled up a picture of an army drone
Doing loopty loops around Ground Zero I said
Mister Frog that's just
(crazy)
No mister freeze yeti (flame)
I'm part of the gen Z
2001 I was born baby
Look at me now I'm a score yessir ski
Talking my shit and they make
there's nothing up his sleeve
Then nothing is cool
Moses went walking with the staff of wood, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Newton got beaned by the apple
there's nothing up his sleeve
Then nothing is cool
Moses went walking with the staff of wood, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Newton got beaned by the apple
Come over to my garden, let's listen to the trees
Swaying to the rhythm set up by the breeze
I'd like to play you new songs that I wrote on my
alone, to be shoved to a wall pinned by his throat, then he croaked
"You cant see, when I bleed, but I'll scream, through my teeth, that I'll make it big
there's nothing up his sleeve, then nothing is cool
Moses went walking with the staff of wood, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Newton got beaned by the apple
you can make it on your own
By yourself, all alone, without my help
Mister, you just made a big mistake
You think you're a man but you're only
clout
And I call that bitch a fix-up
Hey mister mister
You can get stitched up
I gotta box
And I bet that bitch will fit ya
You get cropped
Like we
in the rama lama ding dong
Who put the bop in the bop, shoo bop, shoo bop
Who put the dip in the dip, da dip, da dip
Who was that man I'd like to shake
way,
Dis is da man who took me by da han' up to da glory room,
Dis is da man who showed me da light,
Dis man here, dis is da man who gave me da beat,
the man that was really important
Who lived down the street in a Air Jordan
Ride to the fellow Mister Rogers and hoes
Drove a 500 sittin on Lorenzoes
the man that was really important
Who lived down the street in a Air Jordan
Ride to the fellow Mister Rogers and hoes
Drove a 500 sittin on Lorenzoes
friends
Now they're enemies cause he's a traitor
Pulled out the Uzi cruised by and sprayed him
Cinderella hoeing for the fellas
And Mister Rogers is gettin'
His name is Mister Snow,
And an up-standed man is he.
He comes home every night in his round-bottomed boat,
With a net full of herring from
like sardines
In cells in hell in faith they'll dwell
Down below fry them up do you see the scale lean
We're taking back this planet by any fucking means
that spinner
One hand on the dinger
One hand on her thigh
Couldn't linger
Acting all shy
Told her
ease up
Squeeze up
Don't just freeze up
Make sure
to himself and he cussed
He left Sacramento early that mornin'
With a sackful of mail for St. Joe
Had to outrun some outlaws outside Carson City
By
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