Lyrics:
Or take part, regardless, this is where it starts
We going back, back, forward (To get forward)
Always looking past where I brought it
This choice is yours,
betcha never thought you would here it like this
Some funk for the trunk by this nigga named Kris
See, I ain't into the game
I'm true to the gang
to get ill and kinda buck wild
Pop pop, just like the part that's in my walk with street talk
I'm runnin' up the block in the dark where lead spark
unseen
Quick to cut on any concert quack
Lip-synchin rhymes off a raggedy tracks
He claims to hate me, swears I can't beat 'em
I drop a new jam, the punks
Before your family be missin' you like Aaron Hall.
Now, for all you do, nigga, this is for the bitch in you.
It's part two to take a hit must I continue
G O A we run shit come into the club, blacked out like a punk bitch
Too busy keeping it hundred got my scriptures like I'm a pandit
Check it, waddup
Part punk, part God almighty
Part fuck you, part Mister X ray Eyes
I didn't choose to be shouting for a living
It happened
Something snapped and I
plans and do everything to make your skills expand”,
He replied again by email and I thought what the fuck, he’s missing on the detail like he’s straight
Revenge on the are-uh-rebound, war games
Droughts, out, shhh lost clientele but I will prevail
By sellin the broccoli dank instead of the crack cocaine
and the churches burning
Let me tell you I ain't fucking surfing
I will stand and guarantee
I'll never lose a part of my soul to your fucking Kali Yuga
I can see
inside can never be tamed
And it never will
So I still kill for the thrill
Punk-ass motherfucker dies like that
Cause they never chill
Blood on the ground
to the part where his records
Could 'fford him a couple Fords like "Lord, ain't he gifted?"
Christmas just doesn't fit him, I need my own holiday
And by
of washed-up jealous-ass punks though
Quit bullshitting 'Pac, flip the funk mode
Makaveli rise, all you niggas die when I come
I'll do some fly shit and be done
ficke dein'n Part, Dipset-Style? Klar!
Storytelling? Yes! Represent? Yes!
Nach diesen Bars ist auch
Der Letzte Eko-Fan fresh
Ich kann lustig, Junge,
tail by ear by chin
Within the hereafter I hereby win
I hope you vow to meow another day and never
Decompose, by the way before we seal these molds
Hoping anyone would go
Now its about the views
And likes, every ones losing their f**ckin minds
But pop punks still alive
It wasn't a phase
Its part of our
something like that
Alright, let's kick this shit on the one, kick it
Back by demand, now it's big as fuck
Because you as the public, you should know
betcha never thought you would here it like this
Some funk for the trunk by this nigga named Kris
See, I ain't into the game
I'm true to the gang
you say dad
I never could obey dad
You would have bad days dad
And you would make me pay dad
Make me feel way sad
Punk rock, tattoos, leather
to him
He knows the past and the present are relative
Kind of like how someone might
Piece by piece, easily
Stitch together the parts from their mouse
major
Let me play her like a game of fuckin' SEGA
(Beep Beep) It's time to wake up
2 in the mornin'
You gotta leave, gots to sleep by myself
Cause I'm a G
and floating body parts
Would make me grin
A close view of a razor
When it's breaking skin
If you were burnin'
I'd use gasoline to put you out
Cause I walk alone
down the long hall
Down the long stairs
In a building so tall
That it will always be there
Yes, it's part of a pair
There on the bow of Noah's
the punks when I'm finna drop
Even when I gotta come in clutch, can't stall
Automatic with a stick, can't break at all
My caliber on a disc's too large for
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