Lyrics:
the nest and I ain't ever going back, goin back yeah
Truth be told, I got better since the old me
Yeah when I'm on the road I'm always repping for the home
(Hey)
(Yeah)
(It's Will-Rocious)
I can see the bigger picture
With my eyes closed
How my life just pass 'em by Look like a slide show (Slide)
need to bring your peoplelingere see through
She got it goin on
Oh thats Cant Stop, Wont Stop
We got them goin home
We got them all alone
Jus us,
mother's basement
Ducking dayshifts, two drum machines to play with
Recognize a veteran, better them than me
Taking Hamiltons you surely can do better than
make it, I make it back home
Count all the money, I count all the loans
Show me the right way, I'm goin bout it wrong
I don't go by the wrong
Okay, rich mother fucker home 505
From the east side of town where you don't drive by
What's that sound? It's another drive-by
Always got a mask
of disaster, super rhyme maker
Grimy by nature, database maker
Play em out like Sega, Saturn
Blow your blocks in patterns for about nine acres
Testes, crew
a scammer
Boy it ain't shit to find your zip code
Mannequin
Every song I have a fit on aye
Panicking
Like a mother fucking bitch
When he see me with that
we're not
Move your hand from my top
I'll peck her in the joggers and I don't even jog
Just a lover
Word to my mother
You're just undercover
See you
dancin' for cash?
I guess a whole lots changed since I seen you last"
She said
What would you do if your son was at home
Cryin' all alone
dancin' for cash?
I guess a whole lots changed since I seen you last"
She said
What would you do if your son was at home
Cryin' all alone
be pimpin buck wild and goin crazy
But I always seem to be going home with lots of ladies
Playin' strip pool, dropping panties like its payday
GO
The logic of all sex laws
Let the handcuffs slip off your wrists
I'll let you be my chaperon
At the halfway home
I'm a full grown man
But I'm not afraid
Slimelyfe lyfe
Body bags bags
J slime slime
J sleaze sleaze
We scoot em over
Let us in
And we goin a hunnit in this mother fucker
Going a hunnit
stitched up quick
Goin home with a band aid
Get whipped like mayonnaise
And they hate cuz they fake like a lake that’s man made
Look out I’m on a rampage
So
just hold you tight
Like a four-leaf clover, I be goin' through
Your flowers, baby, your garden's open
A sight for sore eyes
Good lord, I'm focused
won't
Say with me
We know
We gotta keep going
Toppling, falling
Then get up again
And keep haulin'
Doubt my ambition
By my love for mariuhana
But I check
people raising Palestinian flags
Megyn Kelly l was disappointed
Your prejudice reporting was full of poison
Venom
Shout out to Candace Owens for
Who, when you win, will always give your back a pat.
Well, why can't a woman be like that?
Why does ev'ryone do what the others do?
Can't a woman
bitch when I'm goin' dumb
Let's keep it goin' I'm on one
Brada short, but he good for the long run
Hit that bitch out the park like a home run I do my
I'm a go in they house
And if they home, I'm a blast, take them niggaz out
Cause we be bout drama, no fuck that, we bout killin
Drama, fuck all that,
your mother's womb then I'm flushin' you
The logic of all sex laws
Let the handcuffs slip off your wrists
I'll let you be my chaperon
At the halfway home
I'm a full grown man
But I'm not afraid
The logic of all sex laws
Let the handcuffs slip off your wrists
I'll let you be my chaperon
At the halfway home
I'm a full grown man
But I'm not afraid
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