Lyrics:
my ends nobody see's what happened
Move that snow, pro white like a fascist
Might take his Snow White and give her pipe in the passage
She was
the Universe's roof
Crash landed back on planet like meteor
Dust off my white tee
And lift Lamborghini doors
I keep me a meaty whore
Trini in bikini, apple martini
By a schoolboy?
Uh yeah
The only the dot that’s hot that not me
Is probably friends with Schoolboy
King Dilla
I was back on road
I came back home
of my life
Always been right by my side
Ode to the love of my life
Always been right by my side
Reminisce getting blissed
Thinking way back to high
America great (Heh)
Spent the few years gettin’ my racks up
Now I’m back, All-American Villain, Sly deSilva on the track
For the dystopia, I brought that
of this intergalactic show, emperor of all known and unknown worlds, the no one knows more than I do about anything, mr grab em by the pussy, president,
I was born Jonathon Aaron Steel, to the parents of William and Elizabeth
steel. I am a Leo, born under the sign of the lion and I was raised in
and thought's quicker
Cruisin' South Side streets with no
Heat and no sticker
UAC got my back, and we don't get no thicker
87 got my back, and we don't get no
I’m black in the whip
Lean back in the whip
Watch that powder, don’t sniff, Lil homie
Government the biggest drug dealer, Lil homie
Ronald Reagan had
to slanging
Words, adjectives and verbs, nouns watch the boy get down
On the town in run n street nigger I should wear the crown
By the pound I'm slanging
not?
Down on Sesame Street, the dope spot
There he saw the lady who lived in a shoe
Sold dope out the front, but in back, marijuana grew
For
'Cause I'm a street genius
With a unique penis
Got fly chicks on my dick
That don't even speak English
I'm makin' ducks shed much tears
I buck queers i
Next door to the murderers
And bourbon is a elder man's medicinal alternative
My memory is furnished with, back streets to back seats to fat Jeeps
She gone throw back on a nigga like
I'm a call my dawgs, we gon hit it like
Niggas selling lean, niggas selling white
Don't know how to sleep, money
high yet, did I die yet
Will you save me from this nightmare or daydream
Thinkin' back when we met on Main Street, in your white jeep
Smoking spliffs,
beam no laser tag
Ring don't play it back
King, don't say it flat
Let the lil big sing when she sayin that
Ship purple and white like Rattata
Wanna
a lion
See me in the middle of the street with a sign
Written in marker on cardboard: Real rap for food
To get it, this is what you gotta do
The time
no white contriteness
Everything after was a slide
All our progress nullified
Putting people back in boxes
Chickens caged, guarded by foxes
Military
pop)
Even though I don’t want to
This is what I go through
On the street (street life)
I like to keep it neat
Keep it discreet
Never share no feelings
Pimp White Boy I'ma do the damn thing)
[White Boy]
Mack a Don, awaited by G-straps and thongs
Top notch nigga these facts is known
Keep rats, hit 'em
the streets at night
Felt like I was wasting life
Put down the cling film and picked up the mic
For one whole year never got music money or money off white
I've been keeping my ear to the streets
The UK run out of ideas
Everybody doing covers of American beats
If it's not the Ace Hood "Hustle Hard" flow
Fate held you over, jakes runnin' for snakes
The white rover, with the plates burn down Gee street
Comin' from outta state, see me in the drivers seat
the street stomach touching my back
I ain't have much to eat
Went to ms Tara house she stayed on locust street
She always came through with a care package
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