Lyrics:
to your mind
Niggas, ya know my style
I run a-motherfuckin'-rap-mok
When Malik get a U-Haul truck
I stand five foot seven, in command of the party
block
Take the keys to yo city but I still picked the locks
Buy a car and a glock put the cash in my socks
Put the beat in the trunk so ya hear the shit
mouth is crowded
[Mista Menor]
With gold's, nigga what kind of title you think you hold
Up in that Boot, ya draftin' niggas, you think that's cute
He
are juvenile
Zeni... I'm the coolest now
Neutralizin' your putrid sound
It'z ya boi
Comin' through with the noise
You l'il boiz can't get this poise
MC
and everything ain't great
It's like everybody mind is in the same old state, ya know
I'll throw a nigga fucked up with his revenues
I'ma tell you four fuckin'
worried for the jail scene
(fuck cops) 'Til I got knocked
Yeah observed in my cell C (ya honor)
I was young and was restless
Run around wit' my gun and my
to your mind
Niggas, ya know my style
I run a-motherfuckin'-rap-mok
When Malik get a you-Haul truck
I stand five, foot seven, in command of the party
bad fam
Ya boy quirky and silly, he keep jokes in his diaphragm, fam
Ha ha ha
Laughin' at you like I'm Chief Sosa
Slangin' the vibes call me Escobar
such a shame on you (yeah, yeah)
Had to leave ya 'lone, what it came down to (came down to)
How you change on me? I wouldn't change on you (yeah, I
ain't living in a big ass house
In fact, they want to evict me now, just so you know
Truth is, no I ain't rich, yeah I'm broke like ya'll
Just trying
ain't living in a big ass house
In fact, they want to evict me now, just so you know
Truth is, no I ain't rich, yeah I'm broke like ya'll
Just trying
character strapped with the sounds profound
Similar to rounds spit by Derringers
You're in the Terrordome like my man Chuck D said
It's time to dethrone
Shit, it ain't go hold me back, I gotta go all out to get mine
A tech nine might come in handy for the next time
I'm frustrated, chumps are making
I be comin' up wit da Glock toy
You can stop boy
You ain't heard I'm off tha block boy
Chipp-pedy chop boy
Off in ya cut is where I'm layin'
by ya address for some weeks I can’t mistake it
Like I can close my eyes & recite ya license plate letter placement
Been itching, to make you
dudes talking bout hoes boasting
I was just a Juvenile, moving in slow motion
I dropped out of school to be a dude with mad jewelery
Once I got it,
playing some chess with a cheat
Hate how I stood
Right by watching it fuck up my week
I might be juvenile
Saying I'll keep a smile
Only if fate favors me
when I'd wonder
Was I truly ever made to be something
It seemed anything great was far from me
And I had to stay down bad never bubbling
Struggling in my
to sleep
Tameka oldest boy
But been a man before i stood on my feet
Keijuan Abdul-Jabbar
My hooks go in these niggas know it's me
My denim by G-Star
Raw
Juvenile:
Look... Uh..
Cash Money nigga, Juvenile nigga,
Put a limit to the bullshit and give me some space.
Nigga recognize a G in me when I'm in
stand
Prophit grew from a juvenile to a grown man
You gotta take responsibility for your own man
Zonin', two blunts a mornin', by sunrise sometimes
avoid me
When I was locked in juvenile and called they phone, them folks ignored me
But now they all suitcase-ready every time the plane gettin' boarded
ass back like a juvenile hit
She drop to the beat as she knock on the meat
She a lady in the streets but a freak in the sheets
Throw the covers on her
locked up
Cause that upstate bus reminds me of the slave ships
But then the bible never saved shit
I guess that's why every juvenile is in the same
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