Lyrics:
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin
My music keeps you movin, what are you provin?
You know that I'm two levels above you baby
Hug
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin
My music keeps you movin, what are you provin?
You know that I'm two levels above you baby
Hug
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One, happy new year
Uh, it's a new world, it's a new world
It's a new world, it's a new world
?
All of my childhood, it's gone, it's all over
And now I drive past my friends every Wednesday
And all of the big kids have lives out in MA or NH
"he cheated on her" just wasn't fucking true
Anyway, after that a few weeks went by before she let me see you
And she said it was because I still
Muted trumpet playing
My observation of this world growing up
They told me black is being hard and we're not meant to show love
Isn't it crazy I never
old friends, and the old you
You know, the Byron that would feel things
Real things
He even tried to conceal pain back in the day
They said it was weak
like st john you fled,
to live in a cave.
oh so alone,
with your new love,
writing letters to the world to let it be known
that your master
was
up in a green tractor John Deer
Your bitch ass Is someone that we do not fear
Oh no
What's this
A big hoe
Grab the stick
We let It blow
Saint Nick
head out of the sand
Hit 'em with a big John Wayne, by God they'd understand
With a few more cowboys, be a lot less outlaws
With a few more amens,
motherfuckers
Niggas know the deal
Niggas know who the Don is
Live from Bedford-Stuyvesant, the livest one
Peep game, uhh, what, what
Out of this world
fah ! There go that nigga done-dada
Whoever mention my name, we sendin' em to John Hopkins
Mmmmmm, cock it and pop it
I said, mmmmmm, ain't no other
don't know nothing else, nigga
(I'm straight Harlem World, Harlem World, Ha-Ha-Harlem World)
I can't wait for my block to get it together man
(I'm
dusted off them old notebooks and he wrote so dope with no filler
Now Johnny's on the road with his own live band
Tryin' to make it 'round the world, make
promise not to flop
I've seen a lot of rappers not as hot
Make it big imma cop my spot I'm at the top and yall better remember my name
Working twenty
tomato. If I try to catch up, friends caught a cold. Cause they sick and tired of me, sick and tired like they old. But its me, im old news. Im annoying,
cry for the fame?
Did you pour out for the pain?
I've been around this world so many times, I
It's love and loyalty, by any means
I've been around
has lost in your home backyard
Be talking it could take a while
Walk down the aisle, with that big old smile
Collect your diploma with your head up
care"
I can remember a time in this country
When men were proud to get cancer, God dammit!
When it was a sign of manhood! John Wayne had cancer twice
John 3:16
For God so loved the world that he gave his only begotten Son
That who so ever believes in him shall not perish but have ever lasting
here
Friend: I told you its a nasal problem and hannah I
brought someone who wants to meet you
Lilly: No way I promised are larva We'd be home by 10
my old girl
Stay overthinking, sometimes I be in my own world
But anyway, I ain’t on that, I’m still bout a bag
Still gon pull up in a Spaceship, I
tons
Heavy load I came to tip scales
Deadly raw I came with Fish scale
Perico no this a big whale and
Its ready go bro this ship has sailed
Becky knows
or on the other side with two girls
Man I push weight don't do curls then I send it off to Big Earl
Ride shotgun but I drove, money so long it don't fold
Old school
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