Lyrics:
the market
Got that stardust I've been just starting
I just parked in 'bout to be the largest
Already went through pain so if we're being honest
All my life
Bezos are friends, we're cool
Fool, Jeff Bezos cleans my pool
The Kobe beef that I eat its got flavor
I only eat animals that are endangered
I've been
and insurance,
That stuff is dumb Implemented,
Well sure, but fun for no one
Jeff past was attacked by his internal system
Lupus ripped my Gramps, damn I miss him
smoking chemicals
Sold my little cousin Xanax laced that shit with Fentanyl
Balling like Rasheed Wallace I just got a technical
Bitch I'm passing out these
you don't like it baby
And I'm cold hearted, that's why I drive you crazy
Ain't from the D but I got the heart of a lion baby yeah
Yeah
Ohh
Ohhhhhhh
work that, bring back, Hail Mary
Imma be rap's MVP ain't going nowhere you can get know me, yea
Bring back the packet packet man
Bring back the packet
God
Or try to say
Anyone deserved what they got
Or did not take away from this life.
A game of Russian Roulette.
No one knows
Where will
Beauty right on the stage, Thelonious Monk Innovator
Writes away
We wouldn't have what we got today
He raged the time of cool Jazz you cannot calculate
I got love for the game that's why I'm rhyming always stay in the booth
Never lying to the people always telling the truth
I feel the bass in my
momma pick it up
Side fed all three days, been workin
Still got a chance to go hop in the car
Smoke a shot, lie down and throw her the perc
Go in that
They ain't ready for the truth
Me im heady in the booth
Deadliest of proof that im forced to
See got me sweaty and aloof
Never slept as they good as they
Joyce drives a Rolls Royce
Of the family I'm a favorite choice
Buddy named Homer, used to be a loner
Now he's got a girl by the name of Mona
Now that
need no help, to starve to death
I can do that alone
I can do bad by myself
I don't need no help, to starve to death
I ain't tryin' to be funny honey
that line
Nigga still got that line
Who got that line?
Who got that line? (I still got it, man.)
Nigga still got that line
Still got that line
grave say?
I'm rockin' grape bape
They playin' name games.
I call my plug up
I got exact change.
Your girl called up
I let that shit ring
I be pickin' off
Aw man!
Put that ol' dumb horn down
Hey, Jazzy
Jazzy
Show this boy what some real music 'posed to sound like
He-he-ha!
( *drums and horns set
simpin
That one bitch nigga
Almost made me kill him
I was trippin
I Started smokin weed
To take away my problems
I Ain't ventin
Oh you pourin lean
But if
I had a hand me down ride painted rattle can red
Second hand tires with poor boy tread
Made a lot of almost love in the bed of that
Truck that got
catching up
So boy better back down 'cause
I ain't backing up
I know 'nuff of them fear me
And I can't see one of them that's near me
I'm a fully grown man
the towel sign off just give it up
You tried to beat me in a game that I made up
And by the time you learnt the rules and tried to change your fate
It's
bullets getting tossed
16 on your back like you fucking Jeff Goff
Your man acting girly too put 30 on his chest
Kanye shrug bitch, welcome to the west
over your bitch
Coming over your shit
Got my feet up on you sofas, man
I mean a hostess for my open hand
You coming home to dishes and empty soda
Hi, I'm Jeff Foxworthy and I have got
A wonderful woman that I am totally committed to
Always figured if something was worth doing it was worth doing
off, there'll be none of that
See who's the one to flip it? Quick to tell a nigga to zip it
Stud drink the 40 cause we ain't got time to sip it
Grand
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