Lyrics:
[Pre-Hook]2x
Moma say stop or I'm gonna tell poppa
[Hook]
This is the town where the clowns put it down baby
Moma say stop or I'm gonna tell poppa
turnin' up, you're bein' backhanded like Pete Sampras
About that, I missed my uncle's funeral to go to South by Southwest
You ain't gotta appreciate it
scare you, I can tell 'cause your shivering
Lyrics label wit an X and not a G
I say fuck the police, yo, so now they after me
I'm wanted by the law so
Shlatmob witta facts
Wit erything to axe your ass
Oh
Hot pockets in the microwave
Um
Cold racks in the pocket
Yum
Save your breath
Before we come to take it
WIT IT
JUST DEAL WIT IT
YEAH
YEAH
IMA BE HERE FOR A
VERY VERY VERY LONG TIME
YOU GONE HAVE TO DEAL WIT IT
I'M THE ONE SHE CALL
WHEN SHE REALLY
the cars go by
And it's alright...it's alright
And it's alright...it's alright
Hey Reese, check this out
And while the world trippin'
I'm sippin'
I
from the heart
It's straight from the soul, I'm makin' it known, they gettin' exposed
I live by the cold, they subject to fold, I get to the o's, o's,
the parks
I'm the type to sit back and analyze the prize
Grip it up and flee the scene wit' a different disguise
Take a detour, I be all that I can be,
I'm here to set the record straight y'all can't fuck with me
One car three deep catch this buck fifty
Hellcat's Tokyo this bitch real drifty'
Knock
Do you wanna roll wit me
Cuz i'ma live for God like i'm supposed to be
I'm headed for my destiny
And ain't nothin in the world that's going to stop
you wit' me, feel this
For what it's worth everything that I believe in
My Lord, if they saw where a nigga been
Would they applaud my
cannot be alone again
I feel like I'm insane
Got me smoking by the chain
You're the drugs up in my veins, but
It's tearing down my brain
It's just hard
Life is strange, so shout out to Jack Hopkins
I'm putting shins to chins, you pussies slap-boxing
Barely graduated and didn't make it to college
Now
driven by her intentions of what gettin what she been missing
I'm sensing she on a mission for me
Cuz' I done seen the brokest niggas wit' the baddest
of shit by never to face
Come on what's the attitude?
You should drop to your knees and show gratitude
Check it out
Tho it’s tears in my eyes cause I’m hurtin again
I gotta survive cuz I’m flirtin’ wit sin
But if a nigga never try it’s worse in the end
Just hop in,
twelve-hundreds, a mixer, plug my mic in
Holdin' my mics like I'm huggin' lightnin', the concrete breaks (breaks)
Get slapped by the soundwaves from the early days
I'm bout to showcase my music in it's best ever shape
Rest never gape, at this amazement made
By the MC that let's them see and says "well get sense
Hoppin' out my whip and I'm parked up
Play (play) Dirty (dirty)
That's all I think about
Rise it (bow), rise it (bow), we can never get tired
the truth (take the)
Get through
Right yours, wait if you just keep it true
Don't fight the blues, don't fight the blues
Brotha man, young man
Let me
Walk wit me Walk wit me Walk wit me
Walk Walk Walk
Talk wit me Talk wit me Talk wit me
Talk Talk Talk
Keep me right
Help me fight thru it all
In
Yo bitch on my dick she like a pro wit it
Oh wait this rapping shit
I'm ten toes down wit
Like come on baby girl like is you down wit it
Why the fuck
Get the fuck out the whip now bitch, you can walk
Wit' the sunroof cracked, yo' I'm twistin' it up
Pitchin' it up, I think it was the Cris' in the car
the ratchet got bodies it can stay wit me
That’s a clean gun
I’m tryna clean some
That’s a mop wit a stick I’m tryna bleed em
(Produced by the prodigy)
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