Lyrics:
Anderson it gets scary
Weight on my shoulder, refrigerator Perry
Hip-hop cops on me, I dodge 'em like Barry
Sanders john Madden hold your commentary
Keep
mad 'cause you broke, let me clear my throat
John Forte grab the mic, roots sway it this way
I more than just a rhymer you still a small timer
Hopin'
that this ain't what I aim for
But instead of pointing fingers I'm risking it all to fix it
The system, I'm 'bout to twist it
All night long don't stop
call it
And my shit so retarded I handicap park it like skrr
Ain't nothing more important than the mula
Ain't nothing more important than the mula
boys tryna take my spot
well dawg it's good to dream on
Time gon numb me to the pain but still dont fix nun
I ain't lettin no one in i gotta fix some
the man 'til I pop your top
You ain't Jack in a Box
And I ain't talkin' a hamburger spot
Cracker with the barrel, armed to the teeth, Anderson .Paak
on it, baby)
Anything you wear we don't even care
If you come to represent the dog
Then you say "yeah" (yeah)
All you need is your dog collar
(With
the same clothes
I had on last week, am I ashamed? No
Yeah, you heard the sayin'
"If it ain't broke, don't fix it", that's my motto
Yeah, I miss buyin'
saved by John the Pope
The M, A, see and K, from Oakland, California
I'm Too $hort baby, no I don't play, I'm macking
Freak nasty, I like your dance
helping ppl fate
If they can't afford it throw sum extra ona plate
If they hunted by the blue free tuition to a state school
Need tha reparations
that
the topic of discussion, got the summer on lock
It's fly season, my season
Long as I don't lose, it's all cool if I die evil
Yeah, we the niggas that
Mack attack, it's a mack attack coming from wayback
My name is too $hort
Baby I don't play that jack I'm from the dangerous crew and I tell ya
Anything you wear we don't even care
If you come to represent the dog
Then you say yeah (yeah)
All you need is your dog collar!
(With Diamonds on it
close wit the rhymes that you wrote
Don't be mad cause you broke
let me clear my throat ah huh ah huh
John Forte grab the mic roots sway it this way
the town called "The City of Dope"
It couldn't be saved by John the Pope
So go on, live your life of crime
The beat'll keep beating while I say my rhyme
view you don't pay you
But when they view you they pay you
Now if I serve it, it's waygu
Add on the lettuce they plate you
Now all I see red tomatoe
already
At the point where I don't care if you test me
I am ready, ready for Freddy?
I have all of it, so I'm ready
I ain't ready, I need the unsteady
But
I done came up (yuh, ooh)
Bustin' down a whole bag (bag)
Broke nigga, step back (for what?)
Why don't you peep a nigga's swag? (Yuh)
Ain't even
on a mission
1-2 ya, the gears are shiftin'
He called, I cried, we broke!
Racin' through the moonlight
Every John is just the same
I'm sick of their city games
I don’t be fuckin wit niggas
Said he beef but he really a burden
Nigga I’m plotting a mil
If you see any of yo future it’s murder
You ain’t hitting
to motherfuckers, who ain't go no cake
When you all fucked up, and can't get no break
When your fake ass friends, don't help you out when you need it
Be on some
on your phone, your wallet's getting bent
Don't know how the fuck you gonna fix all of these dents
But you still drive your whip cuz you need it to get
changing
Just be you until it's cool, got to have real patience
You can't control how they feel, so don't you overplay it
I ain't scared to take a risk,
a fit about it
My heart been froze and broke. Said there's a fix I doubt it
I doubt it there ain't no fix for me
My heart cold towards romantics stuck in
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