Lyrics:
a youngin in the game
Coach
Just let a youngin shoot the J coach
Magic Johnson illest n***a in the game
That's why i ain't playing ohh
Isolation move these
the headlights
Drive by the moonlight
Talk about what the future might hold
Down that red dirt road
It's where I drank my first beer
It's where I found
cryin', now he feels he's on fire
Got burned by the same liquor, quit talkin' fresh
He doesn't know how to act, so now he got to go back
My man got
name is Iverson
I lost my ring, but I'm trying man
What if police started dying man?
Up in the streets, where they fire man
By any means, I'm a Malcolm
like megacities bleached so hold the photos
Above flood water in boats fleeing your homes
Fate sealed by the ignorance of older voters
Continued by
'vais finir par le faire
Let's get out of my way
Get out of my way!
Let's go, oh-oh, go ho-home
Là j'suis sur off, yeah
Hello oh-oh, hello oh-oh
Appuie sur
straw
Tomorrow I make my way alone
All my ambitions have made this pair
J'me left'm overwhelmed by nettles
By the brambles of this bitch of living
My
Nigga I will dump
I got my thang off in the trunk
I ain't lookin for no funk
Tryna find some hoes to fuck
Man, I want my johnson sucked
Bakarii's puffin
it (stop)know you appalled dotted
But this my call by the force prophet, all profit all profit)
Harlem hustler (yep), I can't at all knock it (nope)
much we probably numb to it by now
After all, it's the American way right?
Home of the brave and free (It's America)
Free just to murder me (land
so much we probably numb to it by now
After all, it's the American way right?
Home of the brave and free (It's America)
Free just to murder me
remember days
I got demon ways I’m just trying to get saved
Yea trapping in my J’s ain’t got time to get laid
Yea closes by my side girl you feel like my
Alright Carlos, you tell me
It's Hillary Clinton versus Donald Trump
You think they're both shit
Who you gonna vote for, and why?
Johnson Stein
on
Round the trees and head for home
Stay off Mr. Johnson's lawn
I'll call you when my daddy's gone
Count to three and said you've grown
Clicked your
Green J's got me floating away
Bright lights got me staying awake
Back then yeah I was alone
Smile on my face cause I'm coming home
Green J's got me
Tanisha Johnson-Palmer
We fuss, we fight but she'll never let go
I'm tell you
Never in my life met a girl that I love so
We got a beautiful thing
all these plans
Another is siblings
I gotta change they life the best way I can
For the squad
I gotta Represent
For my guys
I gotta Represent
Behind my
car j'ai tout fait by my own
Shout out à Skuna pour les beats qui tapent le crâne
J'roule un backwood avec de la frappe qui tape le crâne
Han jump
They shut down the mine last summer, we're gettin' by on welfare
It's Christmas Eve, I'm walkin' home, not a dollar to my name
Night is almost on me,
With no home training
You can't match the high class off doctor dooom
You act more fake than pamela anderson
Getting rebuilt by oscar goldman
With
Johnson
You're wearin' your dresses way too high
It's reported you've been drinking
And a-running round with men and goin' wild
And we don't believe you
alive
Like they're cattle being slaughtered all repeatedly by a knife!
Until I finally get my sanity back without any regrets
From my homicidal behavior I
winds
Someone ride to Arkansas, someone ride back home
Someone down to Texas on the way to San Antone
Got it on my mind to run away and ramble
wait to
Get you to my home I've got 35 acres
It's not quite 40 but I'm hung like a mule
And if you got some friends then they can come too
We do it
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