Lyrics:
get the best of us
Here take this, go and ask that cop for direc
Pushing goofy with an Old E, fourty, through traffic
The years 2013 so its glass not
Damn
Uh uh uh
This shit fie
Yeah
Uh
Yup
Aye shoutout the bro Kimbo no slice
Hoping you stackin yo bread by the slice
My homie used to take us on them
stakes
Ain't got no tricks up in my sleeve
I'm authentic, prophetic
Be remembered when I leave
The state of rap pathetic
Shit I wonder who it need?
Don't
a brother pitching fits
Or pitching shit
I use my mouth where I lack muscle
Anything to make the rent
Yo give up the hustle
I know the U.S. economy and I
shoulders happily
Complacency is bad to me
No backing and y'all scratching me
Gangland slang that Eso E
Enunciate for clarity
Martin Ct by the Pecan tree
to yourself even if you know that you don't got it
My Jedi-mind tricks boy genius sidekick no Jimmy, goddard
Beam me up scottie down on earth they getting
E been cold when I wake up this evening
I had to throw my hood on like a jacobin pigeon
Approach the lab with a beggars deceit
But the way I decimate
to ship my ass to Foledad or maybe Foesome
But I recognize a trick-a-ration so I mob by my lonesome
and see my status as a playa elevated as the hustler
of E
Was two for one and all or none
Us and never me
Now that those years have passed me by
It's easier to see
Through wiser eyes I realize
That lucky
Jayo] W-wh-wha, what, wha-what what?
[E-40] BEOTCH!
Mobster, turn that shit up!
[Jayo] Yeah, uh-huh uh-huh UH
[E-40] Sinister shit
back e dey mole igbo
Shayo dey the room
Desperado na why we mezebu
The banger wey been
Scatter settings for my city
Coti been dey find am all along
went insane, callin' me by my name like
"Whassup J?" Girl, you oughta be shamed
Call me J-Ro, or Daddy, you badly you mistaken
If you thought you had
ready made
Ready to face the changes
Talent taking us places
Turning passion to greatness
Before we making babies
Ain't tryna be daddies but fathers
No
If our worlds collide
(It's my world)
I hope you know that one of us gon' die
(It's my world)
It won't be me 'cause I was born to rise
(Yo, It's
to pals
But the beef still dey so I dey carry knife stroll
No wan hear say by mistake them carry my life go
No
Daddy they there oyoyo another story of atutu
like a big picture painted by a killas brush
Self defense be the case I'll be home for lunch
A little drum sticky koosh and a swisher blunt
Daddy
your hand for help reaches out
We just chuckle
Now where the fuck of how we is as individuals
We raise wrong
Politics and poverty got us head strong
You
use, alli mensche sind mer hüt zuwider
Nimm mis handy lueg e serie und blib eifach liege
Hol mer no esse us de chuchi und bin wieder zfriede
Eine ide de
make a bet and see who go the hardest baby
(Who go da hardest bae)
Baby
(Who go da hardest bae)
No need for playing games
I go by De'Jamari Thuggish
never bending Rejection around every other corner and endeavour You try and try to get by, bad weather – whatever! Stumbling, falling, tumbling crawling
rap shit
E.S.G., we running this rap shit
Rayface, we running this rap shit
[Slim Thug]
The take over, this the hater makeover
If you got plex with
It's better than a job shit I was barley getting by
My team is on the rise
We leave it to the sky and the clouds
Doing rounds keep our names fresh
and the Lynch Mob
Cam Threat, WC and the Mad Circle
P.E., them down fools workers, street military
My nigga Kool Rod, my nigga Stick, Naughty by Nature
Cypress
and not down
Even when sleepin', I'm thinkin' of other ways for me now
To go and get it for us, and we ain't got it no more
What's in store?
Me and my
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