Lyrics:
Just wanna be free from
All of the judgement
Don’t ever test me
I’m not a blackboard
I’m black boy
You think you’re a wiseman
Don’t ya?
You judge
(Pay attention)
Yo, SB (Holiday Season, nigga)
Ha (go hard)
I think it's my time, you know why? (Go hard)
My tears have dried
And I know that
to me (that ain't shit to me)
Get you knocked off for some groceries (hah, what?)
Might pull up to your show and spray the scenery (rrah)
Like fuck it
wit my hand on Mac 10 handle
Schemin' on you niggaz
By myself in my four corner room watchin' Hard Boiled
I feel like I'm crazy, my brain on drugs
My
I to
Be in the position to make me feel so
Damn unpretty
You can buy your hair if it won't grow
You can buy all the make-up that MAC can make
& just groove
Now tell me who you really love
Di pheromones too rude
Chop it up
Flexin' with the kung fu
I got di Juice
Cut a rug & let loose
Flava too
you can get
Pussy faster than a Big Mac
I owe it to myself to be fly that's what Top Dog taught a boy
Cause instead of Mounds these bitches
giving you Dap if you not the homie
Most of these niggas be sleeping on me
Now it’s rock a by baby, with macs and 380s
Ain’t want us to eat, but my niggas
me,now
[Verse:Norgoth]
You said,you quit from the game and that
You prove that,you're nothing
Just a Dirty trash,
I'm gonna erase your existence (huh)
brain
Now that FN by my side, they done snatched a nigga's thang
If they try to run up on me, boy, you know we about to slide
Five times, hollow tips came
Nothing phony, don't hate on me
What you get is what you see
Don't be fooled by the rocks that I got
I'm still, I'm still Jenny from the block
Used
know what I'm saying
I know you going through it right now baby
Don't wet it though you gotta keep it going
Keep it flowing like that
Yo and to my man
Yeah
Yeah
I said I'm just getting started
How in the fuck did you think that I'm gone
Bout to get your ass slapped you better watch your tone
Me
submachine guns.
I mean, I've never fired a gun before in my life! (GUNS.) But let
Me tell you, once I got that machine gun in my hands, there was no
You gone take them five? Or you gone take them to the trial?
And go get denied?
By that probation and you just got, caught with that fry
That
do what they have to do
Now I'm blowing up with all of my friends
And success has been the
Sweetest motherfucking revenge, ya
You called me a wigger,
This shit ain't criminal
Gon need bout ten of you
I'm the original if you fuck w me ima finish you
This no subliminal Mac tha don da don dada
always ready to go
So I know that you know that I know you gets none
But if you want some come and get some
Now as the sound breaks down let me slide
Leave them 16's open, I'll make them look bad on records (yeah)
Chuck told me "I'm Good", now I'm headed down to the seaters
After that, straight
or everybody is used to that
I ain't tryna be charismatic I'm just being a wiseman
If you strive to see the bigger picture I'm hear to make clearer
I have
you
Let's get him now, look at him smile, ice Bulova
Polo pullover, big links and rockin' boulders
He's stuntin', after he left my man like that
tour with that
I was a night in Tunesia
There I had a skin
They call me the black man
with the crazy grin
I take seven steps to heaven
If you wanna see
the bend, down to Merp Dog Street ...
That'll lead to school, where he know's real well ...
And soon ol Mac he'll have a story to tell!
And he's now a duck
she is your girlfriend, " he says
"You may not have asked her
‘Will you marry me?' But
You are engaged" Meek shrugs
Unable to argue with this
Logic
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