Lyrics:
Who knows where the road led?
Seen a man with a briefcase and no head
So I'm like fuck that
Show me a quarter and an ounce of crack
And I'm straighter
fro up C-----e don’t know of (*SNIFF)
I don’t ever wanna rude boy Marcelo
But if I do then the album Limoncello, Ah
No, no, no Hold Up man
No, no, no
we know them just can't steal
We talking about L.O.V.E
Love and unity on the wide
Tell me white man black man beggah man sinner man
No talk bout
spends, making snaps, pumping Kool G Rap and Biz
Dapper Don, Dookie wrotes I'm about to show what time it is
At the rooftop, I was with Doug E
a crook
Take money off the books
Just as long as I'm liked
By a rich man's wife?
OK, hold up i can't rap about doing crime
But if I actually do crime,
Then we breezing the law
Blowing that weed from my jaw
G's up hoe's down
East Side to by dog
(East Side)
All the time man
Thanks for even asking
and the mouses
Getting fat on the couches, huh
Come get enchanted by the love of the planet
And take a break from the modern worlds covered in granite
Cause there
talk about my race on the whole first album
But black vs white bullshit was the still the outcome
How come these motherfuckers can't seem to let it go
You'll still see me
I go forward right by 3 3 3
I'm Jamie, don't watch J M E
I do what I want, I'm free free free
Wiley's my bredrin, he's got an album
on an album
Boy better know that them tracks gonna come soon
And their gonna come through on the 15th
Man said different their lying to you
Stop that
All
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
That's right y'all, the K double-O L, K-E-I-T-H (South Bronx)
I'm in here, I'm a let you know (I started rappin')
I can tell you can't rap, look
gotta a DNA potent
Look
These Scientists are working
With politicians and doctors
All of them bought
And paid for
By monsters
The W.E.F
The C.D.C
rapper about to blow
But his album came, and it was not good
I think it went lead or double copper-wood
So the silly little fans, they were misled
By
like a dead body coming for its murderer
Shit, you seen Chino lately? You gotta see him
What you get to make an album, I get in one day's per diem
Go
romantic fruit basket and some candles
Call me Kyrie how I grasped her by her handles
She's yellin' out “go faster!” as I slammed her
She makes my Crowe
parlay and desi
E C the mob
Gotti and pesci
You fuckin’ wit’ 12
Like laura and eddie
Damn
Better make way
Album dropping
Niggas screaming may day
From
(yeah, uh)
Ya know what I mean? (Yeah)
My man Bow Wow (Bow Wow, yeah, hear me now)
Yeah, ya heard? (Check it out)
Let's go! Let's go! Let's go! (Peep
(yeah, uh)
Ya know what I mean? (Yeah)
My man Bow Wow (Bow Wow, yeah, hear me now)
Yeah, ya heard? (Check it out)
Let's go! Let's go! Let's go! (Peep
This is the E-mix, this is the E-mix, yeah
And this gon' be your favorite song
Memories don't die but I can't say the same for you
I been
TyReezy you make what I call swag music man
That's just something I want to play with the top down
Going down you know the 101 in LA or the 405
and get man handled
By Slim, E.S.G., OG Ron see fix your damn channel
If you think we all right thurr, and speaking with bad grammar
I know Bun be , Lil'
years down the line
Album mode, you dey barb
Chale we dey spoil everywhere
E be, you know the name already
E be like… Gee Flex
If I say Gee Flex, you for
hypothetical
These are the facts, a little metaphysical
We are one, every heart every lung
So why then was the black man hung?
He was hung by
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