Lyrics:
know why these man are
Messing with the team
When not even Rooney would risk it
You'll still see me
I go forward right by 3 3 3
I'm Jamie, don't watch J
parents have to bury you
You may want to slow down
Everything got a consequence, whether good or bad
Rest in Peace Shaylin
Bigg, I love you, bruh
You
parents have to bury you
You may want to slow down
Everything got a consequence, whether good or bad
Rest in Peace Shaylin
Bigg, I love you, bruh
You
Bitch, I'm Bruce Wayne in the game
You just perpetrating from the side line
What it feel like? (Huh)
Metaphor game too silly
Punch lines way too silly
If you change your mind, I'm the first in line
Honey I'm still free
Take a chance on me
If you need me, let me know and I'll be around
If you
I'm in Hollywood came from Kingston Food
Shorties standing in the streets with tools
Where I'm from we don't play no games
Ain't no April fools, you
someone self-diagnosed, fucks sake
This album's good now, in a year it's a pisstake
Like Normal Kind of Strange, retconned to a mixtape
When it's done, I'm
starts
Way uglier than Bubba Sparxxx
Still tryin' to raise the charts so I
Don't have to push a shopping cart
You fell in love with Kali Ma
But now it's
the flag
Setting next year’s fads, y’all still rappin’ ‘bout swag
Get your album shrink wrapped, call it trash in a bag
We’re a four-alarm fire, you
do the woo wap the bam
Switch my demeanor
Switch out she meaner
Sean Paul give me the light give me light
Let me know I'm seeing green
Damn it look
So I can put my family in that Full House like Danny Tanner
I got love for that Acres Homes
I'm gettin Paul Wall treatment, girls wanna take me home
And the politics'll turn my mommas lights out quick
Imagine if
Peter Pan had a Glock in Neverland
Imagine we ain't go to war with Afghanistan
Imagine if
You never drank
Class Wreckin Cru
I'm still at it
After-mathematics
In the home of drive-by's and ak-matics
Swap meets, sticky green, and bad traffic
I dip through then I
wouldn't buss you in your mouf
You know you ghetto when you think you number one with the flow
And you shoutin' out yourself on the radio
You know you ghetto
it's gon' burn you
I'm with the homies right now
Me and my niggas four deep in a white Toyota
A quarter tank of gas, one pistol, and orange soda
yeah)
'Cause back in my day it was food stamps
And I love my wife like I am Chance
I bet you'd rap about the shit me and him rap about
If you had ever
already know
(You be trippin' girl)
So why don't you let me go?
('Cause I'm real fair)
'Cause you're playing with my love
(Then why you still here?)
Sean
Ride with a chauffeur in Gucci loafers
And switch to All Stars without losin focus
These rap niggaz hopeless (hopeless) you can change the locks
love me way in London
I'm a Haitian boy
You know I'm runnin' with them zombies
Like waste management
How niggas quick to go to dumpin'
How I pull up in
and im spitting raw
From bigger to little folk
This is dope
If you want it then
Over or I can deliver those
Christmas datin with your girl
My belt pendent
I mean at least you niggas keep me on my toes (Hey)
I'm wearing black I'm like a shadow, I know I got clones
I don't really do the Apple beefing with
just miss and I'm missin' you more (oh)
But you knew that, I'm the cool cat with the roof back (yeah)
Know I need you by my side, can't lose that (oh)
I ain't ashamed
To be preaching
This Gospel
Even if folks
Are not cool
I'll still proclaim it
Like Paul do
I ain't ashamed
Ain't no other name
Under
the co-producers, uh, shit
Reggie, um, you know, I don't know whole else the co-producers is, but
You know know I'm sayin', I fuck with y'all niggas, I love y'all
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