Lyrics:
won
A cold soul melted by the heat of rising suns
I'm a jack of all trades but a master of none
Can't save face so I think I'll cut my losses and run
Just point out the bounce
Yes, just point out the bounce nigga
Yo, listen
Rumor has it "The Blueprint" classic
Couldn't even be stopped by Bin
Hit it for the south side
Hit it for the trap
Boutta hit a stang
BOAT Gang on the track
Puffing like a train
Both lanes with the Jag
I ain't never
Decapitate the idea of you
Now ya brodies is gangless
Jis as if you never existed
Demon cousin really on some bitch shit
Refer to SBZ as a nutty ass gang
Kid
saying's for greed
Then I ain't even what they're trying to feed
My appetite for destruction
You guys know who I'm talkin' to
The appetite is
and be your funeral
(Have your momma ten and two, with my homies spinnin' through
Drive-by, layin' side by side as they viewin' you
Ha, cause you will
And by the way, you rappin' Nigga's,
I don't like you neitha'.
I mean, "either," proper gramma',
Pop a camera, man on that rap, DVD propaganda.
Yeah,
where you at?"
Yeah they heard he get control
I said I will never lack
I sat back and chased my goals
I know this shit for a fact
I can never sell my soul
so, how much you'll never know
'Cause you took your dope away from me
Damn, now what was I to do?
She's cryin' over me and she was feelin' blue
I
so, how much you'll never know
'Cause you took your dope away from me
Damn, now what was I to do?
She's cryin' over me and she was feelin' blue
I
the open
That's when they get played like DVDs
In the dirt where they used to leave me
Now everything bigger, yeah everything newer
Like I really made it
though
Problems in my life, I'm always running like it's Juno
Wanna, make it work but know I'm never in the mood though
Wrestle with my struggles and they
you catch the Magic in your Johnson
Honeydips, money grips
I know the difference cause I learned tricks in the ghetto mix
(Here is something you
fine just as long
As I don't become another puppet
Selling d*** and f***
Cause you know that they'll love it
When I'd rather be Jack Johnson
And sing
on me wayne:
All I know is… stack loot, pack tools
If it’s bad then I’ll jack you X2
Got to get it grinding
Got to get it for the sake of cake
Never fake
on dope, nigga, and I'm pure, thousand gram key
That's fo sho', that's for sure, killer O.D.
I got stripes by Big Johnson, OG
Take a 35 Christ fit and I
the beginning
I was broke and never fucking grinning
Now it's eighty pound cali packs I'm chinnin'
There's a new King
A new King in this Kingdom
And I can get
Megastar ohh
We be the fucking hottest
Megastar ohh
We be the fucking hottest
We be the fucking hottest
Written by: Rashanique Johnson, Rodney Johnson
Tear Me Apart
Written by: Nicholas Benjamin Howell, Alexander M. Howell II, Jonathan Johnson, Miclain
I’ve been sweating all night long
I can feel
know I never let it get to my head (I got a)
No, never gettin' vexed when you're wet
My DJ bring his decks on the jet
Came out when you put me
I said hit the road jack
Bullets get the chasing, that's a 4 flat
Dick got some powers now she running back
Never folding on the gang like go get our
it ain't bout a dollar really it ain't shit shawty
I'm O-G shawty ridin lo key shawty
You know me seatbelt big heat shawty
Shop open he ain't never
The numbness that takes me when I'm half awake
No sleep is both cause and effect
I'm never awake
My mental healths a wreck
Sit down have a talk with me
Tell me
more than a milkshake so pain he really knows
Kidnap and slap till he cries benny johnson
Toss a lit match at him doused in henny in compton
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