Lyrics:
the experience of the (unintelligible) behind me, I said to Steve, "well look here, why don't I
come back with you?" I mean, I like a couple of weeks in Jersey.
So
at
We handle beef with shells, that's a taco fact
Pulled a gun on Zeek, he say, "What y'all gon' do with that?"
They shot him, he smiled, they said,
hands where my eyes can see
I’m MJ on the mic, so come fly with me
It’s Mr meta, do the math 7 minus 3
That cat breakin’ out the
Church with
around corner by the housin
The bike I got come out in the year two thousand ten
Eleven fifty zuke with the batman fin
The ring I got, Liberace want it
He
to the test
Yo again, I pass
Check out the flying colors
All the sisters and brothers by my side
Still we ride with pride
U N I T Y
That's what calls me, same
Couldn’t maintain in just one space
Great to experience with eyes and ear
But can damage your needle quite severe
Now back to the DJ, give me some Mo
Break
In the back like Oprah Winfrey
Umbrella like Mr. Bentley
My dick be sniping these bitches
I'ma make it rain on her forehead
Fuck you pay me just
Thick, distinct, in sync with the ringing in my ear
That I often hear, from meditation
The sound of silence bouncing, but with the softest reverberation
the lovesex and the reggae
Gimme the lovesex and the reggae
Gimme the lovesex and the reggae the reggae
The reggae
I love Mr conqueror i sing them with Bianca
Yeah she got BPD, bussy, pussy, and dick
I'm tryna get inside that goonchie just to give it a lick
I got a problem with dumb bitches who can't
the feathered
Veteran with the bread
Or you're going to get chewed up
By the Golden Goose, bruh, cash in the coop
Ya make appearances
Everything I lay down's 24
Shit won't be scratched by any bombs blown
Day dreaming and beer drinkin
Mixed in with a lil OJ and vodka
I'm on the chacha line with the dance moms
ears
Like college kids buy beer, it's a given
That nobody else can flip it when Logic & Tone is rippin
Assaulting your bitch to hit the shit with ease
I'ma live bossy
Way out on Fantasy Island with Mr. Roth. be
I gotta play the ghetto, everyday the hood endorse me
I'm destined for triple, left hand
on my own
I'm stuck on my own
In a room
By myself
Looks like I'm here with a guy that I judged worse than anyone else
So I pace
And I pray
on blocks with the,
Possibility of getting killed by a cop// (gunshot)
Fuck it, shit
I got no time for the fuck shit, I'm gettin' money or die
Get the fuck on with distractions, I'm way too dope not to have it
Rather say
That's a Christmas gift
She do whatever I say like I'm a hypnotist
I got a candy-cane dick with
A curve at the end i hit a bad bitch up
She gon' swerve me
Listerine before and after, bitch my dick is mean
Blow it up, now she needs some antihistamines
Like she allergic to me, see the back work it with ease
bumping Modstep, Skrillex and Nero
Catch me at the Marc's check out with Coke 0
I'm the hottest bitch bitch bitch in the grocery store
Got the biggest dick
I got the pack of Rough Riders in the back of the Pathfinder
You know the epilogue by James Todd Smith
I get swift with the lyrical gift
Hit you
to get up into and we found it
If you had a problem with a nigga we was down with
We rolled by your set and shot your whole click down, bitch
Niggas
people said my voice would be heard by the masses
A dust head nicca from jerz
I wouldn't grasp it
Questions you can ask it
Team'd up with tha classix
Sumthin lik the torch, got that fire by any means
Niggas is doom, if you dont got the ratchet
Tryin to make that money stretch, Mr. Fantastic
Tryin to make
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