Lyrics:
a little harder
And bend things to and fro
To make this love as special
As it was five years ago
I mean, you made it to Ohio!
Who knows where else we
[Royce Da 5'9"]
(Yeah!) This is Slaughterhouse
Haha, we gon' get right into it
Scared yet niggaz?
You're dealin with a fo'-headed monster
Y'all are
Verse 2
I am my brothers keeper,
I put that on my soul,
It’s family over everything I’ll lose my shit and hit your home,
I protect by any means and I
stepped in the footprints of musicians
So, for your curtain call direct the round of applause towards
Royce da 5'9, Ab- Soul and Wale
Joey Badass,
We on bullshit make the trap jump like 5-0
Never been a po'boy I get Jackson's Alondo
Balling every mournings up at River like Alonzo
Blue and green
shake things up like you doing the jerk
People follow celebrities cause they are a massive distraction
They killing the farmlands so they're running out
If Michael Jackson came alive right now
He'd ask you to smoke one for him
So in his honor
You niggas Spud Webb, coming up short
Think you're Dee
on two-five
Or your big brother put you on like surprise
Hearing my hood described
So vivid you could see it by closing your eyes
Maybe it was the age
jerk the tire dip-in
All of the scripts that he workin' on
Sweat till the season has seasoned off
Speak to my - in my 5th reply
Spirit work twist the hip
Swag in my genes
Al pastor wit my beans
On a shore like Marines
Yah I got it as it seems
Yah i got it as it seems
Ay
Bumpin’ Marley by the bay
Jerk
test the mics
I check 'em like sound, and like loose I'm down
Plus I done got better since Soul By the Pound, I maintain
"Maintain the rock"
Calvin Kleins
Red eyes, come alive like I'm Frankenstein
OG's worn by Jordan in his prime
OG, grabba leaf, stuff a 3.5
From the south like I'm Kevin Gates,
Knives on they bids
Gift basket full of figs
I'm sipping wine with the fizz
I got that pure smoke
Gorgeous like a sushi plate
Five sticks of marijuana I
Started playing keys and singing at five years old
Then I lost my mother after I turned nine years old
Then I met my daddy just so he can disappear
jacking Tito
Imagine the Jackson 5 without a father
Gary Indiana, just outside Chicago
King of Pop maybe would never have seen his tomorrow
It was a belt
1 profession
2 confessions 3 grams won't leave you flexing
But 4 years at hard knock u might earn some lessons
I want that Jackson 5 profit in my
three-sixty deal, boy, you're probably a jerk
On Molly, while he profit off your body at work
Public Enemy told me, "Don't believe the hype"
I strive to be
Roosevelt High
Johnny Ray Tex Scooter and Lorenzo too
It's T.W. Lou from the boogaloo
Every soul that passes by
This songs to you from the Jackson 5
I still recall the morning that I met you
Standing out in front of Wilson's five and dime
Staring through the window at the jewelry
Hungry for
fell
Never takin' a loss, weak rappers I toss
Make no mistake, Sweet Tee is the boss
Janet Jackson's nasty, but I'm in control
Aretha Franklin, bow
Being woke is the only option
when you bear your soul and they poking a hole
I see you in hell smoking up old
then you scroll down your
Nothing matters more than your evident quirks
So I hate the thought of being some negligent jerk
It's true, Claude, don't want to be seen as a huge fraud
We was born in a grave, raised by slaves
Taught me misbehave to prove that we are brave
Livin in a prison where you can't see the cage
And you can't
to life was so sick!
Hollywood hills 5pm 2015
So, that's like the main part i'mma
Use it throughout the song
But that's like the important part um 'cause
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