Lyrics:
niggas could darely compare
Im barely aware
of the noise yall nigga be making
Jay told me that he wanna get his lick back I told him be patient
Im
if you ain't tryna shop
I got gas, let me know 2federal, does the drops
Jays on my feet, skinny jeans, watch the top drop
I see that opp boy up in
at the ground
Ones lodged in your head like Lenny pick it out
To greet your Mrs till she dips cause you're a severed looking clown
They call me Jesse in my pink
about now, its all mine
Yo, check it, check it
It seems as it was just yesterday I was doing po'ly
Surrounded by jokers that couldn't do nothing fo' me
I
All black tint, so u fuck niggas cant see me
Why she keep checking my phone, jus to see if i been cheating
Yea, its OCN niggas, we get straight
Late nights Cold days
Too many fights
You Pissed at Me
Threaten to leave
And I believe
This could be
The last time we ever see
We're face
high while I survive
In the city where the skinny niggas die
If they bury me, bury me as a G nigga, no need to worry
I expect retaliation in a hurry
niggas don't get into that
Can't post on my block, meal rinse, how that where they sendin' at? (They killin' it)
Catch me by myself, skinny jeans, forty
Late nights for me sitting by my lone
Thinking to my self I had to get up in my zone
Running with them niggas trynna get it off them phones
Making
been one to just seat back and watch
Had to go get it regardless the odds
Of making it big or making it far
Had to be NASA to see I'm a star
Flew by
D.M.C. and Scottie
Big Kev and Marty, Hurricane and Arty
Phil, Doug, and Naughty damn, a big party
So I grab the mic, I like, recite, the hype
these fake rappers the way to go down
Down With The Kings, like Smokey down wit Motown
Who wanna come and see, come and test me
Take about a million MC's
go run the show
Its Gohst and m-e-m-e jay
Hittin up the mic best believe we go slay
Shit like this you don't hear everyday
We about to start a fire,
makes me not judge as much
See, this is really us together, like
We chose to do this, this not no higher
Powers, like, I know what this nigga does
work real tight
You got that Atlanta Hawks yay
It wont get right
Catch me on the rebound
Like Bo Outlaw
I'ma Mikey Vick-it whip it
Cook it
that day Jay turned an ear
Now he reading, reading, and reading the word
And his life look like what
He see in the word
Matter of fact he don't ever
Want
everybody I'm on a mission
They ain't see it coming
Waiting for an intermission
I gotta stay strong
Coz i get the vision
Mama told me not to give up
Always
to ecstasy
Pussy so wet, and she ride it like a jet ski
Fly down to Atlanta, shawty get the best of me
No no, don't act like that
I know I told you I'll be
tears now they see me on my shit now
Massachusetts raised tryna ball like Bruce Brown
Speedy Shidi to the money
Don't think that my fist down
Took all
alcohol, go get me a new soda
VVS look like a star, yeah
I took the top off the car
We don't abide by the law (no)
You don't know what I done saw (saw)
Yeah
Tryna figure out the difference
But I think, think the lines are starting to get blurred
I'm in a strange place
I feel like Ma$e when he
Yeah
Tryna figure out the difference
But I think, think the lines are starting to get blurred
I'm in a strange place
I feel like Ma$e when he
pockets or we breaking some arms
We gon keep pushing and going
While you get eaten by 3 to 6 lions
Juggling the O's like I'm correct with my timing
My party
me ah your skin is curled
And every now when I get home you're just lying there baby I don't need you like that
Walk Flossie
Fat Flossie and I we
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