Lyrics:
FORGET BEING(SO)
TIRED WHEN I WAS A KID
THE EVENING SUN BACK HOME TO RUN
NOW I HOLD TO MY EVENING SUN
IT'S JUST WELL
NOTHING TO WORRY ABOUT CHANGE
IT'S
Gonna tell you a story
About Chuck and Diane.
Couple British kids from
The palace at Buckingham.
Chuckie wants to grow up
And be a polo star,
what I've done
Who I am or where I'm from
If you don't know it by
Now then you just dumb
I ain't got no pistols, inf beams
Choppers or no Dracos
No car,
cover like ten men
We're steady mobbin'
You're covered by children
You Kidz Boppin'
Your album ain't droppin'
Need a phone to cop it
Cost $9.95
TWO easy
Cold Soapy bars
Like it's
Kids Bop Nonstop off the drop make it pop
Do it for the Glory n put Jesus name on top
Got the key boy imma lock this game up
now you're here in the booth
I know there's demons that are deep inside your soul
That you never wanna show cause you're scared no one out there could
awkward
Swallow, she's a baller, swallow, she's a scholar
Got her by the collar, now we all are brawlers
"Rada-rada-rada" like we all in chowder, ayy
I'm
doh
Rappers getting mopped up I got drip by the caseload
Swizz on the track like he walking on the railroad
I be coast to coast you would have thought
and turning nights are over
I don't even feel a touch of blues
Once more I can see the sun a shining
Shining though I know I'm over you
So don't think it ain't
out here alone, now
Ya'll need to really watch ya'll tone
Now you see the chrome
I'm a blast it for ya I'm a blast it for ya
Bee Bop at the Roc we
alive
But I only like dead rappers
Compare me to the best rappers who died
And you rappers I used to look up to
I gotta cancel you now
Like Simon
on the back not forgotten
You open your insta bitch all you see is me
I build up your feed
I'm making the money while you are on my d
Call me a boogie cause i
Now its lookin' like berry soda
And I bet you was thinkin' I would've said berry pop
Had to hit halloween with a scary bop
Talkin' on me but see if I
There's a kid out on my corner, hear him strumming like a fool
Shivering in his dungerees, but still he's going to school
His cheeks are made
automatic not semi
I'm seen as the greatest rapper by many
By many, I mean everyone that know me
Dap you up but it don't mean that we homie
Pull up with
New York City
Ever since I used my man I moved to Jersey
But realistically, God, could of called me early
'Cause I got a big bop I'm wanted by
We gotta teach these kids to say no to beef to live
Not by words, but by actions we can repeat the shit
Our brothas killing brothas
Because it only
and kids
When you take shots, ill blow you a kiss
Bop, Bop, Bop girls drop it to the ground
In the concert, we jump up
And were never coming down
Got
raps
Now ya girl's immortalized
Whatchu mean
Of course I'm fine
Don'tchu get cross wit mine
All you bitches borderline
These senators are Columbine
Once
millennium
You can't know what I'm schemin', my ideas I'm concealin' 'em
These plain and simple bars I'm sayin' 'em just like I'm seein' 'em
My rhymes are
me swanging in a drop
Flying pass bops
I remember, being kids on the block
Pennies and my nickels, soon turned to a knot
I went from shooting
me swanging in a drop
Flying pass bops
I remember, being kids on the block
Pennies and my nickels, soon turned to a knot
I went from shooting
actually it inappropriate
Very gonna look down when you're up
Better heads up when you get in
Rich hood broke kids
Precised by everybody
Look how I
made a op track, we made a bop track
Now you're dealing with the repercussions, Barbie, finish her
What's tea? I heard we were giving cunt
Bitch,
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