Lyrics:
its the juggalos runnin' this up in bitch so Stand clear
Why do I call my self a juggalo punk
'cause we roll through the hood with politicans in
on standin' tall she never stand me up
She'll go to war with anybody she don't give a fuck
She help me keep it in the road like a hubcap
So I keep her on my
happy
These MC's are happy with a G
But I'm gonna keep billing up P
'Til the government have to put a bullet
In my Boy Better Know tee
When are these
Plan span divided, we still stand conquer land
One man'll body slam Def Jam
Focus ya head cam, zoom in, we radio tunin
I know you're listenin so I
I'm private plane
Nudie jeans with my Get Up Mane!
Rollin' papers and Mary J
I made eleven mill and I'm still the same
What's with all these
Christian youth them will stand with us
Living and driven, given a vision, fulfillin' the commission he handed us
London to Los Angeles, the rap evangelist
My
Near the Ronne ice shelf
As the ridges heaved and squeezed
Endurance, Endurance
Fighting frostbite's decay
With shovels in hand
They made their stand
a shout out to C.J. Flash
For hookin me up with Fuze, oh, excuse me
One more ingredient, Sleuth, yeah, we needed him
For management, but what did I say,
there is no mistaking
Just a notion
That you'll be walking up to me in a while
And you smile and say: "hello" and
We'll be dancing through the night
get smoke like Purrp
Get a nigga jumped, don't fuck up my shirt
Nigga J.I.d stand for "Jumped In Dirt"
When the Wesson squirt, it does wonder works
Plan span divided, we still stand conquer land
One man'll body slam Def Jam
Focus ya head cam, zoom in, we radio tunin
I know you're listenin so I
zebras and a monkey
I can't stand the bitch no way (ooh-ooh)
When I walk up in the piece
I ain't gotta even speak
I'm a bad mamajama
Goddammit,
zebras and a monkey
I can't stand the bitch no way (ooh-ooh)
When I walk up in the piece
I ain't gotta even speak
I'm a bad mamajama
Goddammit,
a Glock, yeah, uh
I keep a Glock, a .38
I bought a brick, I'm in the trap
But only came with twenty-eight grams, ho
Bitch, I feel like Jessie James
get in another car accident
This time with your baby mother and
Kid and instead of dying
You end up being the only
One of them that lives what?
Yeah
houses like Monopoly
But you're playing with our lives and our smalltown dreams
Back from Los Angeles
But London ain't a vibe with Covid-19
So I jumped in
I'm up with the J's, we all vampin'
Put the work in the wax bag and stamped it
You can catch the rico when you stamp it
But the hood gotta know who got
hope I live long enough to know her
Cause as it stands, my heart is hurting, it got cut up in a mower
Ya that shit got cut up, got ran over
With
1.2.3. Joosuc and Epik High
1.2.3. We be livin' street life
This is street life
I was born in city
This is street love
I'll be mourned by
I live a evil life of sin
Stand on words, if I got you, I got you to the end
So many L's back to back, I just wanna win
So many L's, just wanna win,
Oya. Blasting off like riffle
We shall now raise the frequency and vibrations through this immaculate Cypher.
J No the Sun King:
I just pulled up in
the average
dear I say that?
And shoutout to all of the homies
out in London
And their offspring
They be the force behind every single offering
Birth the words
Shoutout Kinzo, Ski
From Wealthy Gang to UPL I thank you
London what up
That's lil bro
OG
Aye yo OG
I don't where we gon be in the future but for now you my
Tragically struck down in my prime
By the speed at which the bags are dropping
Shoulda watched the sky
You don't wanna live this life, it's really not
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