Lyrics:
in your section
And he's armed with a powerful erection
So grab your girl and run for protection
Your momma too, cause I like to mention
cool stoner
I bet he's not a loner, be my friend if I was younger
Yo, Scott, hey, real stoner talk
Are you scared of getting caught
By our sister
and she's down with The Roots crew, and she go by
The name of Miss Jill Scott
I want y'all to put y'all hands together
Uh, uh, say what? Give it up
y'all make a great pair
Throw your fucking hands in the air
Yeah, my name is Scott Winter, they call me the G.O.A.T.
The girl might be pretty but how is
is in the puddin', why don't you just try it
The Super Ho is loose in your section
And he's armed with a powerful erection
So grab your girl and run
failure, right
That's a story about:
I wanted to have three-way with her mom but it didn't happen
So, these are reality raps
My name is Scott, I put in work
think we care? I know that they are on the tip
My posse from the Bronx is thick
In real real life, we roll correctly
A lot of suckers would like
a hypebeast (than a hypebeast)
Only blue, no green don't excite me (excite me)
I could make a ho out your wifey (out your wifey)
Jeremy Scott up on my toes,
your bunk
Damn I miss you (They caught a nigga up)
All them nights spent with you
I'm falling in love all over again
Want to spend my life with you
Cause
she on my breath
I'm with my Goombah, we ridin' on your set
And we can shoot out 'till it's quiet on the set
Boo ya like Stu Scott and peace up where he
listen up, I'll spit some fire
Talking 'bout hacking, it's my desire
KiwiBot's in my sight, gonna take it down
With Anonymous by my side, we'll wear
Trendsetter, landowner
Hope your bitch don't land on him
Drink in his hand with the sand on him
You small time, you Hyundai's
You couch niggas, we stand
Millions on my mind
Dice in my hand roll i blow your mind
Baby come we got them bars
Like twinkle twinkle little star
How i wonder what we are
But we are
wasn't fly
Others claim to be fresh
But they're not KRS
I cannot walk around the street with my head in the clouds
Either runnin' on my gear or havin'
(Jeramie Scott) Invest in my stock and my savings
I keep me a band in my hands if it's rainy
Get paid from my craft then get back to the basics
I
provin'
He's worth again
With hammer in hand he wins
Retreated to his home
Loki "died" by suicide and Odin
Sat back on the throne
Okay, let's take it back
to faith yeah I have faith
When I look at your face I see god's work right in front of my face
You are an ace
Fell from god's grace
Baby be with me
I know
both hands real ambidextrous
Blocks funnel through the city
I ain't playing Tetris
I have to get this
For me and my collective
In a recession I've got
rebuttals for real
Ya chick a thot, she lick the cock
Then gave scar to my man
Have four balls in her hand
She got jugglin' skills
But stop by ya spot
gone
Rest in peace to connie G
Motivated by your life and your spirit ‘G cmen
Don't gotta post my life on the ‘gram, it's a movie tho
Some things worth
in my court of Camelot. I must speak with your
lord and master.
GUARD #1: What, ridden on a horse?
ARTHUR: Yes!
GUARD #1: You're using
face is in his face, I tell him I understand perfectly
And he grabs my shirt and I grab his face with my hand
So he brings his fist up and twats me
concepts at their hardest
Yo, 'cause I'm a teacher
And Scott is a scholar
It ain't about money 'cause
We all make dollars
That's why I walk with my head up
Connie come back
I follow you
In my life, you are my muse
I fall out of touch
I’m all out of love
But for you I’d kill the whole room
Oh why,
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