Lyrics:
mouth can't say nothin' now
Four Seasons we're bringing this in
Take one that's a hat-trick cunt
Nice Gary, hit the stick Lil Pump
Gassing me up J cole vs
bite too hard, I'ma say that shit
But don't bite me bitch, I don't play that shit
Marques Houston, I don't play that shit
By the time we got halfway
with reasonable doubt
I'm running laps around your feeble in mouths
Mary Jane got me walking crazy
So what now
I ain't never gonna come down
Unleashed
Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by
falconet
World's smallest bird of prey
Giraffe's neck may be long
But only seven vertebrae
That's the same as you
Would find in anybody, you or me
But can
a ghetto philosopher) yeah, you know the type
Thinkin' Mary J. And Sade understood her strife
Caught me lookin', "Yo what's cookin?"
"Nothin' from around
Whippin’ Mercedes, I ride interstate (woo)
I’m goin’ 80, New York to the bay
Diamonds they glisten, my drip like a lake (woo)
So fly, like I’m with Mary J
So
Part 3 and murder another 25 MCs
So dig me a larger grave
Spray my ting like aftershave
It's gonna be a par today
When your heartbeat stops and you pass
weed
Skunk with no seeds! - A sip of Hennessy.
Pass to D! - Or maybe movin' solo!
Never with a skeezer by my side, that's a no-no.
Tell me I ain't
mother's side, I am the grandson of William Bullock and Mary “Mamie” Elizabeth Thomas. I don't have the full lineage on my Father's Mack side, but I'm
crazy, stupid and slightly special (crazy)
That I should quit, or end my life so now I resent you
Now I'm in a room all by myself
Get your hands off me
a soul, its gonna take some time to let you in
I know that im special come around me guranteed to win
Smoking out the Lac
Trapping out the Benz
Spend
can't see that you can't
Win a lyrical war with me
So I'm gonna call this one Lord of the Mics
Part 3 and murder another 25 MCs
So dig me a larger grave
the kitchen, then you'll delish on
Who put me in a top position, J. Sands dishing
No look like Ron Strickland
Make the average MC contemplate, just sitting
days, hello good nights
No my coke look like Carmelo?
Sittin in lebrons, driver seat reclined
2 woman, my mary j disc and my 9
Its my life, my life, my
go
We're greater than the sum of our parts,
It starts
We arise from the peat moss
The inconceivable rapper brings the Special to the metal
Three passports, Three first class tickets to the money
Straight flights
I live by the cold war
Drove from round the globe
All I need is
a man of simple thoughts, and simple things. But also he always considered to himself that he had some destiny, that he was someone with a special
the tracks, two months flew by and now it’s back to back
Got me feeling like a lyrical brainiac, a maniac
This rap games crazy packed
Too many fakes got me
the kitchen, then you'll delish on
Who put me in a top position, J. Sands dishing
No look like Ron Strickland
Make the average MC contemplate, just sitting
silicone
All of the guys just dey hate, girl you pretty gan
O now
I don't care what they say
I go love you everyday like I love my Mary J
Fuck fuck everyday,
Yeah
God bless the fam, God bless the homies
Where do I begin, too many testimonies
Let the choir sing a hymn, this here's a special moment
Devil
the garden state
Decriminalize Mary-J but you still gotta moderate
I be spitting at a much harder rate
Suck up all the air all you got is CO2 call it carbonate
and to everyone that love somebody
That is what this show is all about
You are now listening to "Oh Baby"
Full course meal that's the way that I feel
My Mary J
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