Lyrics:
well here it is rockin' ya ears
A battle damage he-man without no fear
We ridin' through the suburb grounds pale faces for miles around
Slipping through
didn't feel
A thing when they said anything about me
I know who I am and I know the mission that
Needs to be accomplished by
Me don't ever forget
That I am
Sidney crosby
I watch my mama chop a brick, no karate
We be couped like Audi
Tough as Teflon Don, no John Gotti
I told you before, I'm a rap star
Fast car,
about paying me back
Before I relapse
Twenty dollars in the wallet for the relax
Wallow in my sorrow on the 8-track
Tryna be like Andre making 3 stacks
on the fucking beat, “Ace on the beat so you know we gon run it back”, (that’s right)
“Gang Wooski and Ace”
“Really Face of the gc nigga”
“That’s them 4TN niggas
a strong mime
Surrounded by smoke prolonging a rhyme
Need a drink on the rocks been a long climb
Ahy we about to make it
And when we do then you know that we
Walk around the city by my lonesome
All that what I see is where the flow from
There's a million faces in the place to be
Get it where they fit in
never get got
glue to the gift so what's up dread
you couldn't bob to the bass but now you're hooked like a bass head
I'm about to show ya contract
Ugh yeah, ugh yeah, ugh yeah, fuck you
Talkin' 'bout, if it ain't about me
Bitch
Witty on this beat I mean
Witty going beast I mean
Witty going
don't
Not when the evidence is right in front of our faces
Jewish space lasers
your face)
Baby what about us
What about us
Can you promise love and trust
Baby what about us
What about us
When it's right in your face (Right in your
Pretty Bitch Bossin'
Feel like Bob Ross
Cos I paint a picture perfectly
With my eloquence
I'm making 5 star poetry
I write a verse
Then you recite
coming I been plottin on a come up
But when I see ya face all I wanna do is cum uh
I question my mental and logic for you
Cause I only get distracted by
in God I flex
I was bound in my old life, now I walk around with a vest
Yeah sit right on my chest
Living light, shine bright, steppin right or let
in your face
But behind your back them same folk will frown
But that's enough about them, talk about me
Yes it's B to the O, I said B to the O
They think I'm the son of Bob Marley
All about the people like Garvey
Little do they know I'm a God-King
And I'm intelligent I think smartly
Woy yoy yo
Start bugging like isis, and send a nigga back like ice
Bob Marley said stand up for my rights
And dont give up with out a fight
On some james redfilled
I'm at the top and it's my time
Know you feel the breeze when I walk by, yuh
Worry 'bout yours, 'cuz I got mine
Your lane do not pass the white line
now
By the pounds, stop trying it now, I got my mind right nigga
it i know i did it I never hid it
Was a man about it trust me i get it
I wore the shoes that i walked in trust me they fitted
Reality was in my face
brushlines on
Bob Ross paintings but this is psycho art
Meaning the portrait would consists
Of body parts of unsuspecting victims
A leg and an arm, a face
to rock, YOU!
We're the kings of swing
And we're chosen to rule
The deans of clean inside the cool school
We're the chiefs of relief
Contained by wild
[Top Dog]
Damn man smoking a big ass Bob Marley spliff
Got my shit dry right now gotta get something to drink
That's my word
Pull over to this
Be careful with what you take cause this might just happen to you
I know when something don't feel right
So high feel like I'm about to die
I know
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