Lyrics:
told me shit's game
Now I'm by the lake on the cellular while I get brain
I'm a citizen, my truck when I switch lanes
Shorty starts screamin', I told
told me shit's game
Now I'm by the lake on the cellular while I get brain
I'm a citizen, my truck when I switch lanes
Shorty starts screamin', I told
Yeah it's Ikenation uh you know how it get with SlinkyDawg and some Perrier
Could've killed myself I put that hard hat on and built myself
On my mama
all on me you can slap it on my tab bitch
Young rock stars tryna get established
A nigga gotta eat I needs more cabbage
And I
(I can't even lie)
us rock I have been through trenches while I am mobbing
Hear the message of the bench I will ride in Mercedes Benzes when I am paid
I pray one day I am
us rock I have been through trenches while I am mobbing
Hear the message of the bench I will ride in Mercedes Benzes when I am paid
I pray one day i am
'bout my own, I need no company
Just something to ice it up and pour a cup for me
Slowing down all the drama mix up with Dramamine
Psyche, I get higher
cre you ready for the mix track
Ready get by
Mister C upon the mic
Y'about to get high
I've been sparing on the blunts from the left to the right
And I'm Ready to be in the motion
Bish I be floatin I'm high
Negativity don't get to me
Treat em like the wind and blow by
Just call me big wind chime
My
this motherfucker up let's get ready to rumble!
Shuttin systems down! You ready for war?
Start somethin, start fightin
I rock, I roll
I roll, we by
to the cosmic
Whatever they rock with
Is something non-toxic chop it
Mix the green juice with the CrossFit
Better get my weight up
You other niggas lost it
Drip,
a blue scholar just in case you had to question
Beat rock, 'til I get reverted to the essence
Northwest 'til I get deported for my pigment
(Oh my God)
It looks like another one's comin around
So the Black Thought gots to get down y'all, yeah
Pass the what? (Pass the popcorn)
It looks like
get off of kicks, vick your flick
Hard as bricks, rock ya sick over the mix
The L, L, C, O, O, L J Period now you know bro!
N-I-T-R-O yo go for what
dead wrong
I mix my wrongs up with my rights
I write a song about my life
Man it's hard to get sleep when you trapping through the night
I find a way
bitch, you need to run and go get your frigity-friends
I'm looking at your bum-stickity-bum, hun
The mickity mack's bickity back, don't act wickity-wack
'm gone like mirage
Yah Yah Yah Yah
If I come round then its only for a minute
If I come down then its only for the ticket
Get it poppin' like a skillet
You
I been flippin' wax by the pack for the dough
Lose it everyday, so I can go and get some more
I'm hopin' you can hit my line before I get it sold
now I can deal it
Pot or Skillet, don’t matter how I'm cooking just stop the grilling
Rocker living, till I hit hall of fames like Robert Dylan
Start
you to grow, be by your side as you get old
Introduced me to royalty, I've seen kings and queens
Showed me how reality is made out of dreams
Keep
It looks like another one's comin around
So the Black Thought gots to get down y'all, yeah
Pass the what? (Pass the popcorn)
It looks like
Break out the Hennessy
Break out the Grey Goose
Break out the Vodka
Mix it with the juice
Drink it by yourself
Drink it with your boo
Drink it with
Ten minutes was the warmup, nigga
Get in tune
You wanna beef? Let's meet, hit my Zoom
I'm callin' shots
You in the bleachers mournin' every move
I
brother could do no wrong and I became The
Invisible Boy, the proverbial 'black sheep' and I soon figured out that
red and black don't mix. The beatings I
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