Lyrics:
Told my guys Ima die for this shit
Told my guys Ima ride for the clique
Homicide take ya life bout this shit
Kilt my pride now I'm killin this shit
the guys, that stuck in a can
You all my youngins, cause I've been the man
Green gutted seats, my whip Peter Pan
Ain't have no stylist, call me dapper Dan
Ooh, I see guys and girls dancin', ooh, ooh
Ooh, I see guys and girls dancin', ooh, ooh
Now as the record spins around, you recognize this sound,
you're so divine,
Just wanted to put your name in my rhyme,
And doowutchyalike,
Yeah, everybody doowutchyalike.
[Hey, how 'bout you and me just go in
My shyness, my misunderstood
My misunderstanding
My destiny is grounded, by confounding weights
As Hollywood greats inspire me to keep my body
to the neighborhood
As we're walking there, my buddy and I get passed real slow by two cops in a squad car
Sure enough they pull a U-turn and stop us, asking us where
Actually the problem so half of me
Goes, fuck, this ain't my thing
But if this dude's gonna push
A button that causes
Important dialogue, then fuckin' A dude
Lordy
Pick a bale a day
I said me and my buddy gonna pick a bale of cotton
Now me and my buddy gonna pick a bale a day
I said me and my buddy gonna
sleepless night with a rod guitar,
It’s screaming in my veins, about to drive me insane.
But I woke up Sunday morning to the church’s bells ringing
waswitwa
Nikhome bhanga na tsemelela Buddy
Strong tribe different breed I call it hybrid
RapTile_sa Self-motivated
Cold blood dope lines they call me young
pedophiles
Just go and work for the UN
You should just blow your head off
Like Kurt Cobain, or that guy MLK
Killed by the white government
My autopsy's
to say hi or shoot the breeze, dude
But just to stare at you as you walk me by
Ya see, I know you're such a great guy
'Cuz I stalk your Insta, your Snap
had enough
Party by myself
Rather be inebriated
Got nobody else
My words are abbreviated
Buy the whole top shelf
You can't kick me out or I'll
made me
The man i'm not
I lose my family, their dignity
I lose my deram, my identity
I know i'm dying by consuming it
But this an eye opener
For y'all
Back then she told me that she love me
You got good intentions but you so ugly
That breaks my heart when she tell me that I’m ugly
That’s why my cups
Ballin in the trench with my orphans
Blocc life
Real deal
Hood stars
Book smart
Street smart
Baby I'm a rockstar
See I got you vibin' to the guitar
tougher
All of the trials, it made me wild
And tribulations, it made me wise
Tell my child don't fuck with them guys
We ain't from that side
Won't ont with
All my brodies going ten toes down
It’s bloooom
Do you wanna ride?
I don't think dem other guys get the memo now
It's true
I don't fantasize all I do
old woman
Who you're faithful to for life."
"You know I ain't no guru,
I'm just a blind black preacher man.
My guitar is my gospel, boy,
And I
edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the Internet seekers who can tell me every member of every
edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the Internet seekers who can tell me every member of every
edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the Internet seekers who can tell me every member of every
clothes (clothes, hoes)
There cannot be a new president with
A dumb name like Joe (my name is Bernie)
Cast your ballot for me, yeah
Buddy vote for me all
will not harm you
Or maim you
(swat team 4, move in!)
The years was rollin' by . . .
He used to cut my grass . . .
He was a very nice boy . . .
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