Lyrics:
resist
Racetrack:
It takes an orphan with a studda
Jack:
Who aint afriad to use his fists
Newsies:
Summer stinks and winter's waiting
Welcome to New
ain't shit
We exchange looks I already took
80 kush to honor roll when she showed me what she learned from books
Look, I don't play around with
slip, I'm workin' with fly clips
We fifty deep and every nigga with me got they ice on
Look, niggaz gottta brake your face like Roy Jones
Crush your
writhing in agony, and just then Jack, Jane, and John (not me) walked by. But they didn't recognize him, so they did nothing. They could have saved him, but
scissor hands.
Born with such a thirst to kill,
I can tap 200 quarters from a $50 bill.
Cuttin' bitch-niggas down with a hundred pound axe
Like I was
guaranteed to rock and spread love
Super educated from above
MC guaranteed to hold you just like a glove
I'm not Johnny Bench
But I hit yo' ass with
I define indie
Love Jones I'm more O Dogg
Last name an oxymoron
Thought I was a stay with me crooner
You couldn't be more wrong
Kinda hate you
in depression
I must be diamond I'm surrounded by pressure
Feeling grateful cause I know where I be
Now with every time I step outta comfort
I'm only
a father, I was looking for my best verse
Love a language and Iʼm still the furthest from an expert
A top dawg getting top with the top off
Lose your top, in
phone call away
I just wanna put a smile up on your face (love the way you look at me baby)
I be riding round the city with my babe (love it when I’m with
it ain’t nothing but love
You won’t even see them county boys crawling up out the leaves
Quietly like the breeze blending in with the trees so
ahead of my time and in bed with a dime
Trynna live by the bible and murder my idols
They taught me the game but I see them as rivals
See We ain't
the dope game like my name Godzilla
Call me young Ray Cena cause you boys can't see me
Gotta stay low key with the hustle, jack boys stay scheming
I remember
route
Especially with a different style
Keeping it cool in a pool that’s filled with belligerent sharks
Obawole chilling as we pull at Ben Jack’s
Cuz
yeah, the night Away Swing JONES!
See I be dancing with the devil, ah Feeling like a beast
He's got smoking all this Kush And got me sipping all this
a castrate
Mystery man
He sits here with father
We seem so in love too
Open up a cat skin
White with a pretty hand
Wish the little beast gone
Pay me respect in diamonds
Budget on another climate
I stack it up and then I climb it
Lookin' for love but ain't find it
I don't wanna be friends
Mastered economics 'cause you took yourself from squalor (slave)
Mastered academics 'cause your grades say you a scholar (slave)
Mastered Instagram
left with too much
Hand on my heart and my mind on my drugs
Got a Vonnegut punch for your Atlas shrugs
They love to not love it's just that dumb
All my mamis bounce, uh
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Come on)
I said all my mamis bounce
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Bounce with
they from El Sobrante
My Pop was juugin' tryna catch a break, putting veggies on the plate
I met Tha Jack passing his tape at Festival at the Lake
happenin'
Now they jack it in and go back to shottin' crack again
Locked down the block and get strapped with the gat again
Then we break it down then just
(right), I'm the king of my city (facts)
Not gon' fiddle the love (uh-huh), there ain't nobody to trust (nope)
If niggas ain't with the fuss (nah)
I see
I suppose you was told by them hoes I was cheatin'
Thinkin' my heart don't got nothing to do with my penis
He got a mind of his own and he just be
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