Lyrics:
to shine on my time, forget it
Hear me on radio, live vocally do edits
E-swift scratchin and threading, with supreme unleaded
Only the best out the likwit
can in.
Badlands live one down the information highway.
Write a rhyme in braille; send a fuckin' battle to your e-mail.
Yes, once again empty MC's we
leaving bars in a wreck
My team will win by a mile and 3 steps
My Mama need a house on a course
Step Pops need clubs
My daddy need equipment
Gramblin alum
forewarning came from Bill Gates
Doctors writing wills ‘cause soon they could be facing fate
Quarantine shutdown throughout the whole state
You get a fine if
a bike
Sun down turn into the night go hold it handle it tight lock up the house
Pray for a miracle sign cuz soon as they come we ain't feelin it right
If
with America's #1 DJ, Funkmaster Flex
In collaboration with America's, pardon me, #1 independent rap label, Dipset
And right now I'm accompanied by
They say, "Don’t throw stones if you live
In a glass home"
But America is Ritten's house, time
We say, "Good riddance, house"
And rebuild from
In pain if that's what I would feel
Maybe this is Karma knocking, I'm starting to cause a lotta problems
I'm Dying 2 Live, but Satan is tryna just do
things change when you don't maintain
The same game you got her with, mayn
Flew back home, and I was slippin
Cause as soon as I left, another brother
puncture your ass
With a mag and I'll be glad to send another one after you
Without no hesitation I run up in your house and wake your spouse up
And give
and for me to know
If you know my face salute
Parlez-vous français? Salut
Je m'appelle J-M-E
Let me show you around this jungle like Baloo
If you know my
your house Dey beg
E get something you go take in and takeout your eyes go read instantly
Sounded quite interesting
And I know I'm still holy enough
As soon as I enter the section
But I'm a renegade
Made of the days I remember
Ment to only live my life strife free
But Niggas like me
Want mo'
da Mary Like Jesus Christ
Blunt Rolled I just need this light
Like Ah black out Catchin bites
By my Dads house Ona cash route
Like an Armored truck
You hear me rhyme and try to shine on my time forget it
Hear me on radio live vocally do edits
E Swift scratchin and threading with supreme
Japanese nigga
(Self righteous as a muhfucka)
(Self righteous as a muhfucka)
How does that make you feel huh?
When your labeled by others it shapes
light house
You be the reason it’s bright out
Mistaken good for evil
Giving it back to the people
Get what you deserve
And then we splurge
Live free
she can leave
Hold up, hold up, hold it down, I'm a G
More money, more problems, yeah, I gotta Eat
I got a E, yeah, yeah
Split it with the team, it's
and say
It's all good
Too focused on a way to get dollars quick
Niggas move like Wile E on them corners
Fuck colleges
Hunger got no time to wait
Start
personal best
So feel the after birth defects burst through your chest
And live happily ever after how worse can it get?
Déterminé, attention où tu mets ton
Plus when The E see too much
Know them spirits tryna get you touched
Whoever said evangel was the easy ism to
Couldn't understand the mechanics
that last,
I bullet proof a mazz on dat ass, I dash
To yo muthafuckin crib,
Soon as I find out where you live
Flashlights see yo face
Mario a murder
Dedicated(repeated)
This goes out to all my peoples in the city
Making ends meat, getting by
Thinking 'bout the hustle, everybody struggles for
I'm liked
So why the heck do I detect crooks are lying
Look at Nick and J, throw the book at Ryan
I am sick and silly, we live in facilities
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