Lyrics:
Bread, now I'm making a loaf. While you on the clock work seems
Like it's never gettin' done; waiting On that first check takes forever
Son (Uh!) From
can't compete
(100) all by myself, I'm 100 deep
I was on the first 50
Now the powers at a dollar
Politician pushing tracks in it, mayor
I president in it
the light
And no one gave a shit
Not even the kids
He was already dead you see
Your body moved slow
And you're brain did too
Mind wrecked by drugs
Go Find
Here we come now
Turntable spin like a merry-go-round
Never slow down, depending on how good your stereo sounds
Set it, up in the hood where we go
like it got bit by a grizzly
And these drugs got me spinning like some capoeira
Still rock the slow beats with gold teeth
Ain't afraid to hold heat
Jayr seven!!
Welcome to my world
They shoulda known
The sickest known
In the southern koncrete
They Shoulda known
Jay rivers never in the back seat
forever)
Yeah, I'll tell him to take it slow
Everybody's movin' so fast these days
Shoulda listened to every word you said
They gon' you love you
forever)
Yeah, I'll tell him to take it slow
Everybody's movin' so fast these days
Shoulda listened to every word you said
They gon' you love you
the city looking
Back, you can actually
Pinpoint this transition, the very moment
Meek realized he could do this
Forever: he marked it
By cutting his hair
a merry-go-round
Never slow down, depending on how good your stereo sounds
Set it, up in the hood where we go surround
Tearin' through towns, turn 'em into burial
Override the system, drugs with some sick kids
You know what we on, we tryna make the fucking hit list
Write a couple songs and live forever in your
Forever the sickest kid
They want me to fail, but I don't
I got a pocket full of stones
I'm throwing ideas at a Rose
(Whoa)
(Yah)
Come outside, I'm outside
any litmus test
All I need is oxygen
It beats any intoxicants
With every dose I inundate
Each breathe I take I elevate
These noises ring I drown em out
Jay r 7
Welcome to my word
They shoulda known
The sickest know
In the southern koncrete
They shoulda known
Jay rivers never in the back seat
They
jumping like a pogo
My New bitch badder than a mofo
When you hit it from the back gotta go slow
Big booty ass fat, but she want mo
Niggas throwing up racks,
buried together and let 'em play footsie
Y'all just wussy
I got some bullies, gon' pull up in hoodies and come take a looksie
Better play hooky
I got
Laurent glasses
And I've realized that I've arrived
Cause it take more than a magazine to kill my Vibe
Does he write his own rhymes, well sort of, I
Laurent glasses
And I've realized that I've arrived
Cause it take more than a magazine to kill my Vibe
Does he write his own rhymes, well sort of, I
If you stand close to the woofer
Betcha get sprayed by my lecture
Any club with ladies or dimes, I'm a regular
Give it up smooth, I ain't beggin
of the quickest and sickest way for 'em to picket it
I pick a day to be picked and I'm picking the wickedest shit to say
Spin it back on a level, incredible, head
till i interrupt him with my dick
I just take a beat and naturally kill it quick
Waiting to be famous and autograph everywhere I sit
Sorry i think that
debris
And bad programs of landmines
That remind me of the sexiest of slow jams
I pull a Glock or fiver murder the group by numbers
I was nursed by
mind
Thinking you can off my shine
Shorty got it shaking, I'm waiting to take her home
It's hot as hell in here and I'm thinking of patron
I know
time for these slow fucka's
I cannot wait
Being the greatest innate
Dick in her throat and it's great
Fucking her face
She wanna pick up the pace
Baby
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