Lyrics:
in the window down at Galen Johnson's store
My wide eyed little Billy Boy, his face pressed to the window
Too young for understandin' what it means
clowns
The mourning bands told whom they'd lost by last night's phantom messenger
And they spoke their only words in English, "Johnson, Nixon, Kissinger"
out, he just got a girlfriend
Instead, she knew something was funny she could tell
By his behavior or the way he would wave his hand
When he would
just got a girlfriend instead
She knew something was funny
Shecould tell by his behavior
Or the way he flamboyantly shook his hand
When he would wave
stops
Yo, go on and give my man his props
If you're really that down then act what you say
KRS and Chuck need support today
I see you posing with
at menus in Olde English verse
"Ode to a burger" by Keats at his worst
The hissing of omelettes the breaking of legs
Don't shoot till you see the whites
('cause no one told me)
Deontay Wilder lost his first fight
He got beat up by Tyson, I ain't talkin' 'bout Mike
Oh, the Tyson that he got beat up by was
Many men speak of Robin Hood
But they don't got his flow
While you were panicking
Dillydallying under the throne
I'd be hijacking into the palace
the skin off a slave's back
Jack, my Johnson's created the wrench. In fact
History is his story is true for roots of facts
Bitch
So they're in
Salute to John Harold Johnson
For believing in me
Because, if it was not for his drive and attention
My black peng face could've never been
In a magazine,
at menus in Olde English verse
"Ode to a burger" by Keats at his worst
The hissing of omelettes the breaking of legs
Don't shoot till you see the whites
at menus in Olde English verse
"Ode to a burger" by Keats at his worst
The hissing of omelettes the breaking of legs
Don't shoot till you see the whites
done hit rock bottom like Dwayne Johnson going for the win
The best life has to offer I am so worthy
A Nigga trying change like his clothes dirty
This
Hahaha
Hahaha
Seven
Seven
Seven
Seven
Seven
Yeah
Woah
Yaa
Woah
Her texts is gettin green
She gettin old
By baddies gettin old
My baddies
Gotta
rolls up a spliff
Given the plans for him and his he knows this moment is a gift
He won’t sugar coat it he know it was never sweet
But sticking around
Replaying conversations in my head by my ex-wife
From the house work that I did, to the kids, even our sex life
She said I was crazy so I threatened to prove
on and give my man his props
If you're really that down then act what you say
KRS and Chuck need support today
I see you posing with the Dr King hanging on your
waiting for too long, to be trapped by what's adorn
Travelled to every faction, tried to discover myself
Finding out that every version's a copy of someone
form)
Listen (Listen)
This is magic in solid form
Sorry it’s not the norm
I’ve been waiting for too long, to be trapped by what’s adorn
Travelled
since day one
And on day two, He was still there by my side, and I thank Him for all He's done
See, I got this fire deep down, and it's burning brighter
as a caption
That's really something I could not imagine like magic johnson
I play every role on my team dawg but I'm never selfish
I share the rock we play team
in the field you get wet
Like arcane and that mole rat
From Chuck E cheese, nigga let's take it back
Caught flaggin' by the stove
Nigga hopped out
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