Lyrics:
in the history of rap, two-inch reels
Seven to ten deals, eleven to twenty hills
Rest in peace to my brother Half-A-Mil
Unnecessary blood spilled,
hotter than June
Any nigga want drama I kick up a sand dune
Peace to my man 'Tune for giving his man room
Now we hittin' switches to the Spring Break,
where only God knows me
And the angels write raps on holy paper
I said, "I'm lookin for Jesus"
He said, "Take the escalator, one flight up, it's
from Far Rock hoppin'
Over the turnstile
To set up shop up top by the Jamaican spot
My joints have been a
Bop, from vinyl, cassettes, cDs and streams
Your dick got touched by your uncle
My dick goes to yoga
Your dick, fruit roll-up
My dick, grade-A beef
Your dick, made a geek
My dick, sick
Foreign rides, outside it's like showbiz
I ain't gon' lie I'm fucked up, if we all die then we all shall
But only one thang gonna get us by and that's
fuck you up, young buck
Bust you in your head, leave your body by the dump truck
Revolution got me pumped up
But it's still a fact black people still
wanna fuh-!
Axe to max on my nasty socks
Synchronize with a text but
I guess I'm blocked
I'd leave voicemail but it
Would just be mocked
Wake up my mom,
fuck you up, young buck
Bust you in your head, leave your body by the dump truck
Revolution got me pumped up
But it's still a fact black people still
Like when the cops come, you never hide your toast"
Guest starred in mad shit, CBL, Ice Water metallic
Past tense placed in gold caskets
Dru Hill
Like when the cops come, you never hide your toast"
Guest starred in mad shit, CBL, Ice Water metallic
Past tense placed in gold caskets
Dru Hill
Lamar I'm killing in Madden
Crashing my evo you playing with static
Half-court shot they feeling the magic
Grew up on Nas I keep it Illmatic
Five star
nightmares about my mama getting beat up in the yard
Wake up feeling like half a human
Hit the studio and unleash this guilt and regret
For my lack of union
fiend though, I'll come fuck up your whole town like el nino
I'm the hottest nigga you've seen though
Jumpin outta lex coupe
With jimmy jones right next
a laugh
I tell you what I like Wildings at Christmas mate
I grew up in Newport in the nineteen eighties
Hanging by the castle with all my mates
Sparking up
ship lolli-popper
Davy Jones still got a locker, ak
The opera's more than docs and soccer moms
Now before you kick your feet up
I married and divorced
girl doin' thirty-five
Downhill full speed-biff 'n' fall? I bleed
This a longboarders' creed as we rollin' through the hills
On ma orange
the disease that grows underneath your toes holds up a reason y'alls gold never seems to glow. Now we can all breath slow once the fiend's exposed. It goes
I found Jesus Christ to be a healer and I tell you he's everything
And I'm just trying to tell everybody all the young people especially
In all thy
selfish I don't even take selfies just saying
They think I'm just playing
Must be something with the tone, dealing with the Jones, is all about me I need
farts and quiefs
My dick rumble in the jungle
Your dick got touched by your uncle
My dick goes to yoga
Your dick fruit roll up
My dick grade
we made it this far I'm humbly astonished
Back in Octorara I had learned to turn a profit.
Hit the dollar store, turkey hill, we was robbin
Pull up
Foreign rides, outside it's like showbiz
I ain't gon' lie I'm fucked up, if we all die then we all shall
But only one thang gonna get us by and that's
And have you heard of
The pyro kinetic homeboy?
Diablo icon, followed by him walking out of
A flaming house with his hands up
Surrendering to a large police
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