Lyrics:
man Q-Tip in the house
Cee-lo you know he's in the house
My man John Legend's in the house
Talib Kwali will work it out
My man Apl.De is in
It's that time of year again
Y'all gon' be like, "Why this nigga startin' off like that?"
Disrespectful
Rap Up 2019
(Great John on the beat, by
I talk to chicks along the way with John Forte
Used to do this all day burnin in the project hallway
Discussin strategies in the court case
I rock
by the pound
I'm posted on the block til the sun go down
Nigga I really do my thing
Kind of fuckin' hustlers are y'all?
Yeah
I'm posted in
on a street corner
In nothing but a pair of briefs
Socks undershirt sweater jeans
Ball cap and shoes
What just happened I ask myself
As I walk by an appliance
on the news like, "A man in Austin was killed by bees."
I just fucking laugh. How do you get killed by bees?!
If you're walking through the woods, right,
Alright, we smooth, go through
You know, you know how I like my shit, John, perfect, hold on
Huh, I could be gone by the mornin', huh
So I'm
With The Falcon, hoppin' in a Papa John's delivery Saturn
So I shot my ray gun
I hit the engine and it started spinnin' out of control
And hit
to John Meneill
The type to start a beef then run to the cops
When I see you in the street got one in the drop
When I'd rather be on tour getting
to John Meneill
The type to start a beef then run to the cops
When I see you in the street got one in the drop
When I'd rather be on tour getting
And I roll back on a nigga, get clapped by a nigga I ain't even mean to do it like that
Reason you stuck in the trap
Most of y'all niggas y'all lap
Dade Country yayo shit
Double MOB
I'm finna take these pussy niggas down
Beat Billionaire
I got coke like the 80's
I got coke like the 80's, in my coke
spinnin' 'em cuz
Young Don draped in Sean John, we millennium thugs
Drive my widebody wreckless, in Texas I got the best flow
So much ice up on my chest,
spinnin' 'em cuz
Young Don draped in Sean John, we millennium thugs
Drive my widebody wreckless, in Texas I got the best flow
So much ice up on my chest,
His energy’s of John, and our synergy’s intact
We slid beneath the cracks, undetectable tunnels to be exact
Remove the interloper from the house—a
hiding dope in her crack
She creative she get you a perk in a max
On the tier cos they all in a hat
Take it back to the times it was miss marry matt
I
the edge
To do some shit like that?
The green and gold
I done filled my lungs up with so much of this crack smoke
My neck's bloated, my TEC's loaded,
Looks like rain
Looks like rain
Looks like rain
Sittin' down in my crack house earnin' my pay
It's the southwest juggler claimin' Delray
I'm in the trap by myself im a loner
Run up on me you a goner
Grew up on da block serve on da corner
I got dem thangs you want em Don't Cha, Don't Cha,
Here's a tune about this honey named Renee
That I met one day
On my way back from John Jay
I'm peepin' shorty as she's walking to the train
I tap
bury me with all my sinnings
I say the truth I sing about they'll kill me like John Lennon
Hypnotized by the chains
I need change and a Range in my
my only friend
Is the city I live in is beautiful Brooklyn
Long as I live here believe I'm on fire, hey
'Cause it's the B-the-R-the-O-the-O-K
L-y-n
I've been doing fine without you in my life
I've been in my bag hustlin' all night
I've been doing good without you in my life
Chillin' by my lone
deals so I'm a pa
Twenty G's on the chain and I'm still worth a couple blocks
It started in that temp, flippin' mids by them O-Z's
On the hill wit
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