Lyrics:
Balang-balang-balang to mandem rock 'cause I love thee
If you live by the sword you guh fi die by the gun
'Cause all guys tell lies if all girls commit sins
I was
these knots
Motherf*** want that Benz with the millions by the karats
When they pacin' all day, they start talkin' like a parrot
Information, they
Let me tell you bout a guy I know,
He's my baby and he lives next door
Every morning when the sun comes up,
He brings me coffee in my favorite cup
a second guess
I get high now, I became this type of guy
But u messed up so much, u never get to ask why
I wish shit was good, I wish we'd speak a lot more
I
J.G., King B
Shut, shut, shut, shut it down
Shut, shut, shut, shut it down
Yo, I'm pretty smooth and my powers so raw
Kick in the door gimme what I
tryna flow just to get by
Smoking DosiDos all with my guys
I cannot fall today
Money make sure we all okay
All of my niggas one call away
One word for
gon see a ringer
If you moving by sight you gon see a trigger (Skrr skrr skrr)
With the guys that I came with
Stay the same never change cliques
In
My whole life I been called the bad guy
I ain't tripping I don't even ask why
Maybe consequences from my past life
Sacrifices made the world flash by
nothing
Flex tape is nothing
Now shut up before
I give you something
Chef that guy on the left
Ching that guy in his neck
How many ops we got whos next
to test landin' then you expandin'
Kick in the door, let the next man in
(Let the next man in)
(Let me hear that) Mom's crib
Saltfish, fresh bacon, some
reaching for stars
A little boy dances to the rhythm of the cars
Driving by, I wonder what he'll go through or grow to from now till his next size or shoe
"just believe"
Then the sin and addiction got a hold of me
Only thing on my mind was where's next high
I'm just trying to survive like the next guy
But I
I got mob ties, real ties, don corleone
Big fries, five guys, guess I'm playin goalie
All eyes, by surprise, imma kill em slowly
Big prize, god
go spy)
The codename is kids of next door wearin' all red I'm the number one guy
(Number one guy)
(Number one guy)
Shuffle my cards you know that I
of bed maybe next week
I keep the door locked and the sun blocked
No I'm not hungry Mom thanks anyway I don't want to eat
And I don't want to sleep cuz I
Feeling your vibe when you walked through the door
I instantly knew that we should be something more
Digging your style yeah I'm liking your clothes
the memories
Supplying the beam for custody, English with Doctor Narebicka Hawking
My bros keep on tellin' me the next door stop being this Kareem
You're only
You knocked on my door, with your ulterior motives,
Expected me to like you straight away and when I wasn't lovey dovey got rude.
Well excuse me
Lil niggas claim that they're talking the hardest
Wouldn't even get booked for the gigs by their fathers
Out here tryna live the life of an artist
(Guys this orange, is ginamenerosorous, whatever you-)
Uh
Feeling like an idol
No Abel
No wheelchairs
Not disabled
Broke my leg
Once I was 12
(Walked
all that money, then cops came at ya door huh (huh)
You tryna fuck lil shawty, but she ain't tryna let you bone huh (and that's yo bitch)
So next time
The kid down the street mowes the grass every week
The neighbor next door fixed the roof where it leaked
Job's going fine and the bills are all
the housing by the thousand, I watched out the Chrysler
Bombs strike ya like the mighty Thor, blast the door
Recite a page like a tidal wave, past the shore
Two
pushing me
Yo yo yo! ok, let's go
After a lekker zef show there by tings n times
This hot chick steps to me and says, "I dig your rhymes!"
I said,
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