Lyrics:
yeah
You always let me down, boy
But when you're going down I get so up
Don't know if I could find someone
Who do me like you do
I've been
Aww yeah, uhh, uhh holla if ya hear me, yeah
Here we go, turn it up, let it start
From block to block we snatching
Hearts and jacking marks
On Molly, Percs, she sloppy slurp
You're group and she a groupie
You a lame, can't hang, better tuck your chain
He don't play no game, he neutral
I'ma aim
Conscious rappers real woke with
A played-out message
Just the stalest of the crumbs
Dropped down by their professors
You're a house boy doing what you're
they was standing still.
All of a sudden in a wink of an eye
A Cadillac sedan passed us by.
I said, "Boys, that's a mark for me!"
By then
doesn't know what he's talking and you're listening to him..
Hey... I know... go do your chores..
That school was built by my grandfather ....
Also, our son
made of gold
I see you! And every thing you try and do
You're gonna do it like you do it cuz you're smarter too
What up Mark, I'm just chillin dude
by now
There's no 2AM text
She's probably out with her friends
Boy, give it a rest
And stop checking your phone
Stop checking your phone
He's not
Blow
Finesse, from SP to Casio
Your jams ain't def, you ain't fresh, you're so-so
If you don't know us by now you'll never know
You set that mood
so confronted by the plight
So confronted I would write to the angels to the gods
For my answers are ignored, and my actions were deplored
Where's my
Understand you're at a deficit, boy
This is where you zip your fucking lip, boy
Before I pluck out all your teeth to get your grill, boy
This that you ain't
glisten
Play it loud at your wind when you're gear shifting
Gifted like the island of the misfit toys, ladies apply like the lipstick
Boys take over when
and jackin' marks
And the punk police can't fade me, and maybe
We can have peace someday, G
But right now I got my mind set up
Lookin' down the barrel of my
care
Sleepy boy, curled up by the fire
Sleepy boy, you never seem to tire
Of dosing all day long
It doesn't matter where
You don't have a a solitary
in this trailer as your senior prom is starting
But the loneliest boy in the state of Nevada doesn't feel much like a party
She drives by in
gonna survive
Hit your mark, make my eyes light up in the dark
If you're gonna play with my mind
If we're all the way live
If you're gonna blow my mind
attention to how it shake, she got a loose booty
I ain't tryin' to be stuck all in the corner and locked up
Tongue-kissin' a hoe a nigga know she a doctor
live his dreams out
While you're sitting in a Civic
With an empty account
If you don't know by now, I'm the realest
Representing F-L-A to the fullest
you're so small
Like you're itty bitty.
Just one match in the lights of the city
Walking by strangers on the side of the street
Like a quarter in
hard
3 degrees, raised 3 boys undefined by her job
Turned out all mighty, put the game in the hurt lock
F around, and now people know me as the Merch God
to y'all, one of my first cousins
He go by the name of Jazze Phizzel, Washingtonzel, c'mon
[Chorus: Jazze Pha]
If you want it you got it, foreva
(y'all
anything you said
Instead
You're missin'
We could've been kissin'
Know this kid like a
Sock know a shoe
(Oh)
Still i'm surprised by some the things that he
slipping by the police
Everybody tryna get so lean
They creep up like a nosebleed
I can be a one trick pony
But I woke up from a bad dream
Boy tried, don't
as fast as you curl.
Bat it, and whip it, and mark it with blood
And throw it in the oven with trickles and mud.
Wetter cake, wetter cake, baker's boy
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