Lyrics:
everything next just cherries
Y'all see my life, like I'm played by Jim Carrey
Proud to be here, cause it used to be scary
Now I feel loved by everyone near me
I've seen a man's life been turned upside down on the premise of lies
He said he didn't want no savin', so now they've got him while in the jailhouse
For
Sitting by the window, she's
Sitting by the door, her
Nose upon the window is cold
Nails upon the window breaking
Nails upon the door
Looking
This old safe the family inherited
Was kept by Jim who took good care of it
They trusted him, and he didn’t complain
For generations the safe was
you
Ligma balls nigga ligma dolls
Now this bitch wanna see possessed dolls
All up in my room
But I'm dressed in red but I'm blessed by the Christ nigga
It was my mate Jim’s mum’s funeral
And I wanted to attend
So he knew I was there for him
In this tough time for my friend
The service was quite
she's been distracted
By something that has been attracted
She poked and poked and smacked at it
Then she broke down and she scratched it
Now, I think
famous when they don't play us
Close the doors Jim's ghost now tryna berate us
How can I be cancel culture when I get the culture canceled
Dancing with
survive
Only with a knife?
Bunch of bodies on the room
In my mind it's just a bloom
I came here by afternoon?
Oh my god, I'M DOOMED
Bunch of bodies
the passenger
Kush in my lungs lick your lips we be flirting
Toes by your kneecaps looks baby no swerving
You say I'm flyer than Julius Erving
Can't fall in love
we're here for, so take those off"
By now she's butt-naked, I'm ready to break it
Threw on the jim hat, I'm ready for trim, and all that
So I did it
To put your life in full of fear
By the favor skies
We are flying
Truth we be buying
To buy out all the lying
How you livin'
Were you livin'
Were
don't see nae hoe and me, I pimp niggas
Can't you tell by the juelz, my nigga
Ya whole career is worth one of them diamonds in my ear
And if you don't eat
they rap boy
I was out on the backstreet jailhouse canteen then I put the ends in the map Yh
mamba times when I didn’t have p”s now I splash everyday
decisive
It's in the people's power to see to it that what makes lynchings and starts wars is dealt with
Not by well-wishers, but by policemen, and I mean
white angelic with devil horns on me
Free my dog from the jailhouse
Ain't got no option to bail out
Bail money go to the pale now
Ski trips laying
twizz on this THC
She comes to the marsh
And she patterns barris
That's jailhouse spice and the new A3
All I want is my ROD
Babe don't get fazed by
(attention!)
Now all my soldiers start fightin
It's time to go deep cover
Lethal Weapon like Danny Glover, smother like jelly
Really, go deep like Jim Kelly
Fuck
Jim Crow
We all know of Mr. Crow but is he dead?
His message is still widespread
In our nation's figureheads
Dread
I dread the day when my brother asks
You want to pay them pack?
But now you're in the mud, well
I guess you're just the muddy type
Just downplay your part
to match your line of sight
Don't
and years you stood by me
Tellin' me I'm ruinin' my life
I'm tired of all these honky tonks
And that fly by night life
Wel, tonight a bottle stands alone
In
to have ten cats by the Curly Wurly
Now it's top shottas back in full effect
I grew up on the block, money, power and respect
I'm a product of the YOI's,
flag in the ground it's red nation!
Now blood the fuck up
Everyday's a gamble motherfucker, tough luck
And we gon' fuck the world til that bitch bust
And my baby's assed out, 'cause I rub my cars with her diapers
So you can pray for now if you sinned in the past
"Word of Mouf" time to wipe that silly
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