Lyrics:
in love with this shit
(I can't lie)
I can't lie I'm in love with this shit
(Yah)
You can't even look me in the eye
Everytime we pass by
(I can't lie
of James Harden
Other niggas bitches sweating me is exhausting
Homie if you late then we taxing
Try to dodge me
I’ll send the murder squad to go clap him
out the war only the strongest survive
Took a stack made it five still get distracted by them hazel eyes
Roll up another elory
These sucker niggas can't
hit up with this drac
All in your face like acne
Mirror mirror that's on the wall
Tell me what you see? (FACTS)
I see Jerm Buug Walt and Lil James
the hood, just shooting the breeze
My partners on the cut smoking swisher sweets
Tripping on the hoochies rolling by in they rides
Guzzling up a forty
TARGET
Braggin em taggin em draggin em mad hollow-point rhymes in my mic
Choose Smith or assault over Magnum (huh)
So back up off me, here's a clip
my humble spot
I ain't in college
Cus
Fuck the school shit imma go where the system send me
Burdened by all of these fucking small towns it go behind
payin the rent?
While James Earl was thievin on the banks
with homemade shanks, tryin to scuffle up his rank
But I can't, go out that way, so yo I pray
Fell asleep I had a kick-ass dream
Me, Frank Sinatra, James Dean
Sammy Davis at the bar drinking Moonshine
Nice women, white wine, chillin' poolside
by the bishop's knee,
"Five hundred white stots I'll give you if you give Hughie Graeme to me."
"Hold your tongue, my noble lord, and as of your
a trust fund baby
My kid get a trust fund
I got rich and bought more guns
I be shootin' like James Bond
Help me up, I had no bond (no bond)
I fucked
save this planet but everybody wants to go on a space race!
Blowing shit up right, putting all this crap that we have to breathe in right!
Don't get me
Rappers like you talk bullshit
I told my boys there?s a new funky drummer in town
You?re trying to be like james brown
If I couldn?t be me, who would I
Got me moving like I'm slow
Plug hit my phone bout to meet up w chapo
I get the pacc n I send it to my bro
Bro on the blocc he push keys like piano
a 2-2-3 Lebron James, Cleveland
Why am I insecure bout my woman?
Why my bitch cheating on me?
What the fuck I do to her?
I ain't did nothing nigga
yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, hoe, I've been outside
Switching up rides on them real talk, call me Jekyll and Hyde (Hyde)
Gangsta Boo gon' step
In a world consumed by greed, cash rules everything around me
Motherfuckers and the currency, cash rules everything around me
It's the only thing
pushin flames out the rear (vrooooom)
Me and Randy James been the same since the- aye
Rundberg days puttin shots up at Gus
Cops rollin by now they
That Vladimir Dukelsky (15) said, "Gee!"
My fingering a certain string
Was such a big thing
That Fanny's cousin Annie's
Taking lessons from me
I'm quite
I'm gon' cash out
Everybody know me I'm Tex James
I like a smart girl with a dumb booty
Where I'm from we call her Judy
Ass so big don't make no
of distant thunder
Perhaps it's Rodger practising the drums
Don't follow me, To the angel by the sea
Set the table quickly, James, We'll be thirteen for tea
motherfucker had the street game locked
Had the blocks all sold up,
And always saw the cops when they showed up
He had the rep of being murderous too
walk with me through this
As I give my feeble attempt at glorifying Yeshua
Cause He
Is the beginning everything came into being
By His being the being
Insane In The Brain
Rick James In The Veins
Real Niggas Never Change
And Though We Homies And We No Longer Hang
You Know You Know Me And That Love
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