Lyrics:
Why wasn't they able to control this?
I know some folk that live by the levee
That keep on telling me they heard explosions
Same shit happened back
the end of my days
My ways of control is hard to swallow
Known to lead, but some would rather see me follow behind
Sorry to disappoint, but dis joint's
these days, with all the terrible problems in the world
Lord, have mercy on the people in england,
For the terrible food these people must eat.
( errrr,
apartments overlook the traffic lights next to the rails it's a hot day, it's a, it's a hot day a lazy day for some but I'm bringing from the inside all these
Bitch its yours truly
Shooting clips just like a movie call me George Clooney
Put them chickens in the coop and get them birds movin
Nobody seen who
duppy
And my bitch cute like a puppy
I said
These days I'm balling hey
These days I'm balling ay
Ain't no way were falling
These days I'm balling
These
If it comes to it how can
I rely they won't sing
Gave a couple hand outs
That turned into some hands out
So I left them to it half
Of these people are
aunt's cribs
And borrow a damn dress and one of her blond wigs (can I borrow this?)
Tell her you need a place to stay, you'll be safe for days
If you
there's no exception
I'll tell an interviewer next question
That way I have to deal with less tension
More time for listening to George Benson
I throw
Woah, uh huh, uh huh
Some Premier shit, I love it
Look
So high on my life, it's like I've smoked a fifth blunt
Don't try, you'll die when I write
have a field day
Jewish people tryna crunch my numbers on what I pay
OVO Concrete tied in, we can't share, NDA
My bitch hate, I talk so much, but
March, march, march, march
Boomdizzle, baby
Way back in 1776
Who would have thought we would have had these chicks
Sum kinda slim and some
Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by
to get busy, busy?" (Yes)
No dice, chill, whoadie (no)
In life, feeling dizzy
Oh, having visions of the city and I go to war
See me in the day through
to get busy, busy?" (Yes)
No dice, chill, whoadie (no)
In life, feeling dizzy
Oh, having visions of the city and I go to war
See me in the day through
the kids killed by ARs in Parkland
Ask George Floyd, Breonna Taylor and Manuel Ellis
Ain’t nobody’s life matter to powers to that be
King stay king, are you
not lie, 'cause there's days where I'm tired
But I'm on my rise, staying fueled by desire
Open your eyes, let the world become brighter
Now is the time
Ha, I got the magic, baby
(Ha) , call me "George Lucas" (Lucas)
I'm so prolific, but the flow so foolish
These niggas making moves my
Niggas making
With the same clothes he slept in
One more step and kaboom
So just assume to these MF'ers I'm DOOM
On the day that I was born I wrote M-E-F in
and kaboom
So just assume to these MF'ers I'm DOOM
On the day that I was born I wrote M-E-F in the womb
That was crazy, my mama's baby, my papa's maybe
Don't question our authority and you'll get by
If not you're gonna have to write a couple lines
Cuz we don't want these kids to even have a spine
Cuz if
Basketball sucks
Fish Mafia we smokin' bait
Fuck with us, that's your first mistake
We fishin' by the lake
Your bitch looks like Mordecai you can't
on
The homie Great John on the beat, by the way
Don't Come Outside, Volume 3 out now
(Great John on the beat, by the way)
I'ma fan Heavenly Father but
to control this?
I know some folk that live by the levee
That keep on telling me they heard explosions
Same shit happened back in Hurricane Betsy
1965: I ain't
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