Lyrics:
nigga act like a ho
Tell him my FN turn exes to O's (brrt)
We can just see where it go
My lil' baby get high, ayy
She off two tens, she living like
scooby doo,
And guess what, America, we love you
'Cause you rocked and a rolled with so much soul,
You could rock 'til a hundred and one years old
I
on the beat like a tampon
Fool, I'm spitting 'til my whole Odd Future camps on
We get our camp on, Jansport and Eddie Bauer
Stay fresh before hopping up in
you're blazing
Double P, trouble we, there'll be an invasion
Test us? Get left deep in the basement
Don't care whether you're from
Ealing or Leyton middle
crying within
There's a war in the streets
And we been dying to win
Til' Valhalla my brother
Til' I see you again
We were just smoking & joking
Now you
couldn't go out and play
Every weekend took a trip, spent the night with the welitos
With a dollar we were kings buy a coke and get some cheeto's
Like Goku
Welcome to hell where doctors him babble to there patients...
Like good lil anxious dieties...
Break you like a dvd with a dvd that's a Death Valley
expect ye's all to back us to the hilt.
And if St. Peter at his gate were to ask ye why yer late,
Why you'd tell him that ye had to get a ship built.
We
The only way to get through
Is to go through
That’s all we can do
Cause there’s no turning back
Gotta stay on track
Til we get to the light
a move
Mr. T, Mr. Act-A-Fool, Mr. Break-The-Rules
Mr. Told-You-I'd-Be-There-At-12-And-Ain't-Get-There-'Til-2
Mr.
Better take stock we're way too invested (way too much)
Person to person turned to PVP (yeah)
Social media replaced PCP (yeah)
Netflix took over the DVD
Spin around, spin around, spin around (She say she a saint, she a sinner now)
I got her spinning like DVDs
You need you a beat
Then come get at me (Get
Then you know who I be
R-A double T 'til I D-IE in the VIP
Everybody turn they head when they see I be
Playin' bitches like a DVD
And they say they want
And runnin' runnin' and runnin' runnin, and runnin' runnnin' and
In this context, there's no disrespect
So when I bust my rhyme, you break ya necks
We got
I stay on top of my game I'm sayin no time for playin
Paper on my mind
Doing business with whoever paying the most
Fast or slow, I gotta get this
Rolex (we're trappin')
Don't come to the hood with your skeleton
With no Remington, you gon' end up boneless
Produce my flick knife and get some
Funny how I'm in the mob like Henry Hill
When they caught him with cigarettes
All these people round him for the good measure
We were just tryna get made
And runnin', runnin' and runnin'
Runnin, and runnin', runnin'
And
In this context, there's no disrespect
So when I bust my rhyme, you break ya necks
We got five
Rewind the clip
Yeah, I'll start by taking back
It's Spring of '17
Sitting shotgun there in my car
You said celebrities are sad, no matter how big or small
the bust up ah that's how we till the shut down
Shortie get you opened up 'cause if you ain't
I'm a tell'em ohhhh Michelle tell'em
Oh there's somethin'
the real thing
Slow rollin around for now til' we jump right in
And we'll get there little by little
Little by Little
Little by Little
[Bridge]
As fast
Of the AM Radio
The VCR and the DVD
There was none of that crap
Back in 1970
We didn't know about a
World Wide Web
It was a whole different game
Being played
transcriptions or tape recordings")
(Clip of Motown song "Mr. Big Star" fades into lyrics)
You can hear the music
Of the AM radio
The VCR and the DVD
There
enough
In my community
So we help each other where we can
Something something anarchism
One last time
We know what we want
And we know how to get
There's
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