Lyrics:
Yeah, it's Kells
Kells and o-j (ay ay)
Swag through the club throwin' money in the sky,
I can't lie, I'm a ball 'til I die,
Blunts of the good
a trick-a-ration so I mob by my lonesome
And see my status as a playa elevated as the hustler anthem
For all the haters is regulated
Some do it illegal, others
killing us
Youth let's have some fun tonight
Save the octagon for fight
Past is past here we are
Everybody equal you a star
After dark in the park
Where it
mind
Live right, get a job, or some kinda degree
Set examples for kids that look up to me
Hey I can be ya role model
Life ain't all about the club
Reality, ain't always the truth
Rhymes equal actual life, in the youth
I lived in a spot called millbrooke projects
The original criminal minded rap
What do I breath for?
Need to find where I belong
I need help with these thoughts
Music make me strong
I'm a God by default
No we not equal
What do I
the signs
Blinded by my own fight, I take flight
I take flight
And it's all in my head and I'm stood on the ledge
And the people
Walk through their day
education
And I’m sure this will end up online
So I don’t want to diss anyone at
The American Academy, I’m sure it’s equal to
The Art Institute of Chicago by
The door is coming off the hinges
About to pass out, no doubt it's hot in here
Because the club is full of women
It's wall to wall and I got my
(I'm a, I'm a, I'm a, I'm a) flirt
Soon as I see her walk up in the club (I'm a flirt)
Winkin eyes at me, when I roll up on them dubs (I'm a flirt)
to tell
Was Firefrorefiddle, the fiend of the fell
Sir John
I have played in my time every possible part
And I used to know seventy speeches by
she know I'm a star
I feel free
I'm in the club and I'm tryna get right
I feel free
Most of all 'cause I got life
I feel free
Send three more
I flex my watch
You ain't gon' be able to see
How 'bout we hit the club and
Walk up straight through VIP
How 'bout we get some Puerto
Rican girls
he don't
High Post Brotha
Wit money in his pocket
He got everything a girl could want
I think maybe he don't
Some sistas want tha balla
But
peace and quiet
With some fries up on the side
I don’t care what you do
But you got businesses, I got mine (Yo this kid’s fire)
Left and right, they
some Hatians
She got good head, good brains, good education
I'm drunker than a motherfucker, here's the situation: 1:45 am, the nights broken
By the time
some Hatians
She got good head, good brains, good education
I'm drunker than a motherfucker, here's the situation: 1:45 am, the nights broken
By the time
R.I.P we just killed the club
Drank patron out the bottle almost killed a thug
Right now I'm so high I can't feel the drugs
Too many haters in
I HAD A DREAM - ALL LIVES MATTER.
I HAD A DREAM, A DREAM OF EQUALITY, I HAD A DREAM, A DREAM WE WOULD ALL BE FREE.
THERE IS JUST NO WAY NO WAY IT CAN
hoes
I got em by the boat load, dark skin to pink-toes
Li'l bitty to big hoe, nineteen to forty-fo'
I got some 1965 pantyhose
Still in the plastic bag
arrived in this club, already had five in my cup
I done took another hit, I done ran into a bitch that's lookin' lifeless and stuck
Baby, what's wrong
Evel Knievel
I cannot stunt with you people
Get to the bag, I know we ain't equal
E Dub be straight to the point like a needle
I'm spilling
deejay)
Set the club on fire, just go
(Go, go, go, deejay, the club is on fire)
Enrique, holler at them like
Girl, please, excuse me if I'm coming too
to
Be on the surface cover doesn't equal contents of the book you are reading
When I step in the club I want all your hands up
When you play this and bump
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