Lyrics:
the proof is in booth session like
Ooh
Cash it jus fall out my pockets
I just be head' to the top of
The game I just pay off my problems
Imma jump in that
in the lanes going 95 in a 70
Headed to the party I'm mixing my weed with lemon tea
Written by: Jordan cllen
black world and they put me in the deep, why
17
This is a party on drugs
Didn't you had enough?
This life is dangerous
You know what it does
Itchy
Gettin deep in my thoughts just to get shit off my sternum
Chest/chess, I never played but made many a moves
I still blame it on session cause I can't
in me
Cuz I speak in tongues like a black semitic
Yall think I'm blessed cuz I rap with method
Still broke, black and in lack of credit
These brokeback
I party every night
Alone or with friends
It all just depends on what you're ready for
Oh-oh, I party every night
At home and in bed
I hope this
To the beat, to the beat, to the beat y'all
Old school jams the party people used to dance to I recall
Summertime in Philly, my age about a dozen
'em
Woah
They just tapped in 2 hours worth of action
5 On 5 the court is full next session you can tag in
Knock knock who is there, blur
My name is
Well, it's happening to me once again, anxiety breaking me down
My skin crawls when they come near me, they need to settle down
When I'm in the Black
wild just like a western
They goin two in the quarter, and have mad sessions
Ain't no second guessin, i'm back, where's ya heart at?
Shaolin's
ain't in the parties and clubs
Now you can go party
Stop inviting me son
Left the party
Left the party
Left the party
Left it just like I left
and listen everyone
Hands in air in 3 2 1
Middle finger in the air just for fun
Vibe to the song and see
Spiting here haitchc
Men in black Thunder glow
I want
Morning came as a black fog rolled away
From the gray sky the children huddled
In the deepest corner of the basement
A wind rose, lightly at first
rather see a black man claimin' his son
And I don't mean just for one day and you done
I mean, you still trapped in a rut
And I work my ass off and I
Here's jewels to live by
Identify before you enter and can't leave with weed
Fuck that, we waste no time in search of those who can't breathe
A bomb
Here's jewels to live by
Identify before you enter and can't leave with weed
Fuck that, we waste no time in search of those who can't breathe
A bomb
my wife)
I be in a studio session with my guys
So we be needing all the shawties all one night
We be getting high
Up in the sky
In the sky
Me no get
anticipated
Accepted it internally at night interpolated
He chopped it up and laid it in a session and then he played it
I wrote, recorded to it, now look what
minute and lay you six feet under the next day
Listen to mama cause she'll never steer you wrong
In your hardest of times remember this song
By and by when
the one in black leather
Name tag sayin "Caution when wet by the track wetter"
The hash spreader, I love the grimy shit
Even my girl did grimy shit to me
to all you rap colonies
And shunt your million dollar investment, to economy
Impossibly might be the one in black leather
Name tag sayin "Caution when wet
see
When you're riding in that long black limousine
Through tear filled eyes I watch as you pass by oh yea
A chauffeur, a chauffeur at the wheel
endless
Then somebody’s gone bring the business
Blackout, blackout, blackout, black
Blackout, blackout
Woke up this morning in a rage wanting to take life
rappers
You hardly local chill!
Pause, don't meet my session
While I'm blessin' this
Only option to be the fuck with us
Know you gotta brawl in this
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