Lyrics:
of hitta like me that's never enough
I can never give you my all it's never enough
As you read up my texts
You can see that my life is a mess
Irritated by
the fun outta
Murderin', I'd rather go vrim-vrim, and now you see just how the
Fuck I do just what I do when I cut right through your scalp, uh
Shit,
Michael Brown, another soul
Stole by the system, black men we pay the toll
The price is your life, Uncle Sam want a slice
Black dress code now we looting in
Q Master
I want it all right now (right now)
I want it all right now (right now)
I want it all right now (right now)
I want it all right now
the Queen's men
A talent contest on Monday with my Uncle Sam
Who now takes up all of my time he gives me things to do
'Cause he's a wonderful man
But I'm
and my girl and ol' Sick Em Sam
In a flatbed Ford off the Copperhead Dam
Listen to Jennings sing that lonesome song
It's all just right, y'all can keep
shake
Someone tell them swiss on the way
Like pray
Pray
Pray
Pray
Pray
Pray
Whatchu gon do right now nigga pray
Gotta eat all the food on my plate
protecting Peace with guns does come equality
What I say it's not all true, I'm sure you heard this on the news
I think that I'm convinced now Muslim's born
playing?
Now I look up to the Lord cause I'm still praying
All these rappers tryna tell me that I'm too bright
Now I'm feeling like the best you must be
the Yellow-Eyed Demon
But now Pop's gone me and Sam by ourselves
Demon Blood send em back to hell don't need spells
Yeah got killed by Lillith's hellhounds
But I'm
Left, right, step
On my Right, left, step
I'm on my left
I'm on my Sam and San in a ride
Hop in a whip bout to pull up right now
Got on my drip it's
Jeff scratching)
That's how I like it, uh
That's how I like it
See now a lot of other DJ's came out tryin to do what Jeff started, right
But Jeff is
(I wanna rock right now)
Say what jeff
(I wanna rock right now)
What you wanna do
(I wanna rock right now)
What you wanna do jeff
(I wanna rock right
I don't want anything for Christmas
I'd just like not to spend it all alone
One good thing I'll say that came out of this
Extended family has to stay
me right now
I'll leave you right now
Never believed the story
They all ask about me I'm focused
I remember the day felt hopeless
Now we up and they
"Oh, what you got? You even got a Patek, bruh? (Nah)
I got a 16-car garage in my mansion, love (right)
I know Dr. Dre, people at Interscope
And by
reach
That's why me and my ex we do not speak
Dominicana call me Papi
Send her back to you, now she knock kneed
All of that hate I do not need
Nigga we
with your fame, nigga"
Shit changed, now it's such a different game
All the niggas like myself is controlling everything
If you, pay attention see
Tell a bad bitch better lay low (Yebo)
Young niggah pay my own rent though (Rent though)
Now I'm trynna stack it by the boat load
FakiMali, FakiMali,
Jeff scratching)
That's how I like it, uh
That's how I like it
See now a lot of other DJ's came out tryin to do what Jeff started, right
But Jeff is
of dawn
Now the folks was havin' the time of their life
Sam was jivin' Jimmie's wife
Over in the corner was a beat up grand
Being played by a big fat piano
By now the voices had taken their toll
Had taken its toll
And the boy
He lost all control
They called him
Fat sam the blunder
Fat Sam the weak
tell ya right now, when it's on it's nothin
720 get to bustin
[Verse 2 - Sekou 720]
Oh my gangstaness
All the anger in my heart who we thank for
courage offered as little refuge
As the orange juice
That sold us all down the line
Well that's what you get for kissing a Mexican…
Amsterdam Sam is gonna
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