Lyrics:
Fucking with some tigers they might hang you by the toes
Talking 'bout the money when you Get it gatta go
Turns out I'm the greatest, but the world don't
rappers
Not to get embarrassed in the booth
Yo, it's a shame I say
Most of you rappers play
And get your written rhymes eaten by a DJ
But I'm a MC and it's
hand in my stash spot
It's a couple rules that I stand by nigga, its a couple things about me that I can't hide nigga
Some niggas I was close to, iont
them o's up, promise I'm on go about 'em
I can't even slide right by myself bro say don't go without 'em
Shordie ass a thug up in these streets man she
like Jimi Hendrix, my hero, I realised, wait these songs of his
Some of them they're written by Bob Dylan
Maybe I should be listening to that guy more
It
bring you
Please believe me, believe me please do!
Music by Bob Merrill,
With lyrics by Bee Walker, 1949
suppressed by tyrants
But also by the devil's lies hence why he keeps on testing me but I still got fight left in me
All I needs a lil bit of energy,
the way you lose
I got your bitch wet we not by the pool
They say the block hot you better keep it cool
They say streets dangerous you better keep a tool
I’m not talking about crack I am talking bout love
Intoxicated by hers and I hope she ain’t toxic
Got stop talking mid sentence sentence when she top it
my chest
What's left in my head
Is the pieces I regret
Prices on my head
Money on the line
I don't talk much like I'm silent Bob
When the low lights
by jakes
On my own level upgrading my spaces
Son I'm dumb dumbs invading faces
Making my own rules gin and guava juice
Talk shit, catch a hole in ya
back to this mission
This chapter one the beginning
My kingdom come and we kill it
Freeing our sons from that sickness
Feeded to them by them bridges
When I was a boy about the age of ten
Got some old records by the blues men
Found a big connection to my lonely life
I couldn't wait to learn some
place off the interstate
Just a little bit of Chavo
A couple jokes like Bob Hope
I went the wrong way several times on my way home
No I'm not alone
yeah
Steady fiending satobage
I see you eating
The flesh of your dead brother
By the words of Allah
Ring the alarm you ain't asleep and
Time's robbed
fuckin' mad at you
But if ya bitin' don't be frightened kid
I'm sorta likin' whatcha stealin'
Your open wound style needs some healin'
Checked out by my
Bum bum bum bum, bum bum bum bum
Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way
Oh, what fun it is to ride in a one-horse open sleigh, hey
Dashing through the snow
In a one horse open sleigh
O'er the fields we go,
Laughing all the way
Bells on bob tail ring,
Making spirits bright
Lookin' like another Bob Marley day
Hittin' from the bong like a diesel train
And I'm down with hanging out this afternoon
We got weeds in
'm Sponge Bob daily making burgers
Put the money in the case like there's been a murder
Feeling like I’m going rogue ya I pull up in the ghost
Feeling like
get one shot, only get one shot, only get one shot
I been building I'm not bob the builder but I fit the bill to pop the ceiling off
Dirty hoes
to put in the hours like Bob Cratchit
I done did all that
Now I hold my assets in Scrooge fashion
I said I done did all that
Now I hold my assets in
is
Society's built by opportunists
I philosophize and try to walk you through this
Yeah cause I know I can go it alone
Bitch I bet you
Ima be holding
shopping
Cop da Yeezys and I'm trappin out em addicted to designer I got a problem
Yeah the jeans Im wearin made by robin
Bakery da gang my niggas solid
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