Lyrics:
How Does It Feel?
Woo woo!
Yessur! aha
New Skateboard P
Hey!
Let's go get 'em
Uh-huh
Yo, hola
Mearle maire, club muchacho
Asorted
walk, just like me
The Too S-H-O-are-T
I might be young, but I spit this game
I start it with P, and it ends the same
If your brain is lame, remember
my love
Hear what they might say
So, I might learn a little more of love
Before I go away
cnd P it stands for Paddy I suppose
J for my love John
W
Hahahaha
We got a bag full of bullets in this bitch with no name on them
You know what I'm saying
When you been hit by the bitch
You know it was ment
Lubriderm, time took to write this
The war will be fought by the righteous
Who stand criticized by his un Alikeness
Knowledge is the truth and it's
dem life and di street wisdom
Some ah dem chat fi di money, some chat fi pum pum
Some ah chat righteousness but dem ah live by di gun
Well I man ah
like yola
She sayin' it back, I'm like Yoda
Look
I'm feelin' like Adriano in Pro 6
I got the Off-White logo on both kicks
Already gone by the time
the next bullet end up?
There is no funeral procession
Going on here today
Unless it’s led by Fred Wesley
Gardner trumpeting a lively version
When
to trap hard
Black Stones in Muslim garb
Leaving the mosque from Jummah not far from Minister Farrakhan the students of Master Fard
Drive-by shootings,
Uh
1st & (1st &) 15th (15th)
Woah, uh!
Lupe Fiasco's Food & Liquor
Is lovingly, hand-crafted and done
By the good folks, at 1st & 15th, yeah!
on the radio
So, Long nights in the rearview
Oh that's just how the country do
Deere John can you hear me
what can I say?
It's the backroads that made me
Two gyal on my side, me in the middle
Into a foreign like Lidl
Bad B I call her a smiggle, yeah, she wan' wiggle
I'm a P.I.M.P., left her brain in
Arthur Ashe died from aids, no
That's murder, nigga
Murder
Gunfire, death is so quiet, ask why, tell 'em it's
Murder
The sun rise then hide by grey
a cool type walk, just like me the too
S-h-o-r-t I might be young but I spit this game I started with p and it ends
The same if ya brains is lame
brothers 'bout to come and take over
We made it all the way to Asia and to Australia
Then made the passage to the America's after all behavior
Came home
Wooo wooo! [in background]
Yessur! aha
New Skateboard P
Hey!
Let's go get 'em
uh-huh
yo, hola
[Verse 1]
Mearle maire, club muchacho
Asorted
youngn
I’m just getting to a bag, youngn
Shouldn’t be hating on me
John from the p’s
Roll up a bleeze
Every young nigga got trees
Even the mommas
the club, get some oxygen
Your friends say I'm a player
You'd be lucky to keep me
You know people gon' be
Talkin' 'bout us weekly
My car be in a robbery
P
the first cd you ever known to keep it p-i
Who was the first to work the ???? creases with the Levi's
The same soldiers on the frontline claimin Eastside
walk, just like me
The Too S-H-O-R-T
I might be young, but I spit this game
I start it with P, and it ends the same
If your brain is lame, remember
Lubriderm, time took to write this
The war will be fought by the righteous
Who stand criticized by his un Alikeness
Knowledge is the truth and it's
Well I'm a John Reuben from the land or corn
Columbus, Ohio that's where I was born in
By mom Kathleen on January 14
1979 I entered the scene lookin'
always a possible maybe yeah
Jasse Pha
Eggs grits by the dozen it's just your country cousin sometimes I might be a slight buzzin' uh huh thought it
Yeah, 31
It Goes Up edition
And I brought friends this time (let's go)
The wicks lit fire it up like a John wick clip
Rip shit rhymers are hype
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