Lyrics:
hands up (maybe it's the thug in me)
By age thirteen I was buckwild, good at my knuckle game
Made it through a tough childhood, never be the same
am I? You should know that (Know that)
Kimchi in my hand 'cause the flow slap (Slap)
Switch up the cadence, don't tell me you hate it
My drip is so wet
me, the whole pop world, you know
This is a phat beat, by the way
And I'm talkin' P-H phat
Thank you to, uh, DJ Lethal for this phat beat
Did you
Bishop lanier
This for the futrue
It's one word that I use loosely
One word you introduced me
One word that always move me
You figured out how to use
Never try to tell me I should quit ya boi just gettin started like an engine
I'm livin the dream like a nerd at comic-con bout to get it on with Leia from
what it is though?
Cause ayy, I love Drake, I love Khaled, but
That set that song up, bruh and let me
Tell you something: MTV, fuck
You, once again
, me and Britney, a dancer
Know your shit authentic by the way your hat fit on you, with it
I'm like the Blair Witch nigga in the rented
Curtains in
being mad and pissed of, they saying
Now y'all cool I'm at a stage in life like Pablo
Over the handouts, know me I'm sicker
Friends like Bishop
Some
parading my serenading
As I'll probably miss a bar,
But if this ditty is not so pretty,
At least it'll tell you how great you are.
You're the top!
parading my serenading
As I'll probably miss a bar,
But if this ditty is not so pretty,
At least it'll tell you how great you are.
You're the top!
parading my serenading
As I'll probably miss a bar,
But if this ditty is not so pretty,
At least it'll tell you how great you are.
You're the top!
out (Fuck away from me)
Go in my Off White pockets and pull bands out
I ain't tryin' to fit in with these rappers
So I stand out (Uh, huh)
Tell them
terror like stephen king
a black casanova runnin niggas over like pristine
when i rock the spot put the flava i got
i get plenty of ass call me
three of the few of the real niggas left
I can't buy none of that bullshit you sell
I keep it trill if you look you can tell
All my niggas rockin like me
and you think I got it all down
even when no one else is around...
Ego, Id
Holden Stephen Roy verse 1:
Watching life pass me by battling my (ego)
Someone
me?
(Put me in that motherfucka)
Yeah that type of shit
You know what time it is
Maybe it's the thug in me
By age thirteen I was buckwild
Good at my
night
If I get my money right
You know I won't need you
And I tell you (bitch)
I hope the sack is full up
I'm fuckin', no, I'm fucked up
Spend it
Yeah niggas!
Who the fuck you thought it was?
It's ya nigga Jay muthafuckin Rock, top dog!
Before I get started
Let me get a rest in peace to my
a ploy in the loop
I could‘ve poisoned a troop
I would‘ve told em to never get over me
Watch as I‘m Coining a move
I put the foil in the booth
Leave it
smokin' weed influenced by the fix
And old timers with the toolies by the hips
So come and creep wit me
And I ain't lyin' when I tell these motherfuckers
booty by booty by booty by booty by hay!
Wasn't it you who left me alone
Wasn't it you who called me on the phone
Wasn't it you who wrecked my home
Bishop can I tell you a story for night night
Yea, okay
What do you want the story to be about
Umm I don't know
Can I tell you about the time
gonna kick it
Or get evicted
I bring terror like Stephen King
A black Casanova
Runnin nz over like Christine
When I rock the spot with the flavor I got
I
betta run boy
Or you can tell me how I feel as a
Real nigga
Which nigga
Go get a bitch nigga
No better
Hoes better do what I say
'cause I'm insane
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