Lyrics:
and left at the door
Jealous of the space occupied in my mind
Gentrified by the crimes against my people and my time
Look, I'm here to break the cycle
Tired
one (damn, she got ??)
Mackin to the skunk and let her ride shotgun
Roll by the park
And check the niggaros
Straight-up Crips and ??? G rolls (what's up
the hood
The difference is we get plaques, they go double wood
Took the game right over at the time they could
Them niggas silly though, knowin' nore lay
on the playground one Day He said I'm gonna kill John
But John was my best friend so I Was gonna try to help him out by Walkin up behind this bully and I Pushed him
(uh)
Playboy don' do tings er way (whoo)
Ims Raps Lebron Teflon John (uh)
Bergets Unarmed (uh) the next Sean....John (g'ea)
By any means I protect my
Got yo bitch up on a Tumblr
Then I hit her one time then
Had to delete her number
Grabbin that ass by the hips boy
Givin that bitch that lumber
drinks his drink with lime
He changed the middle every time to keep me on my toes
But he'd always start the same: "This is how the story goes"
Then he'd
a mole
Plus my circle so small, couldn't see a hole
I ain't got time for the leaches
Snakes, rats fuck it anything sneaky
If you been giving off a vibe I
John Rambo
Covered up by the state
False apologies, false apologies
Covered up by the state
The silence is crippling
False apologies like it's nothing
John Madden I got the hit stick
Dime package I send a whole blitz
Choppa cross my shoulders just like Call Of Duty
All I do is hang with shooters
All I
to get by with a Qanon Mom
"Is that right?" "Sounds wrong."
Give it everything I got to ground my Qanon Mom
Memories of Elton John
Now I'm trying to get
family the ones who stuck right through it
I know my right from wrong sometimes I like wrong doings
I struggle all the time but time is what makes moments
from this curse
More than my poor self is for cutting the purse
Youth, youth thou hadst better been starved by thy nurse
Than live to be hanged for
of normality that this system is in decline
In this archaic system
We are structurally dehumanized
We're under high stress by a synergy of cultural pressures
Toast
Master by title
Refer to me appropriately, like the verses and cycle that answers the bible
It was written and the chapters is final
Never
on the guest list
Freaky things, sex scenes, a bowl of ice cream
My advice to her is time to trade to my team
Dope boy, dope car, I got the dope dick
Dope
the building
The godfather's here giving blessings to his children
Carats shine, the world all mine
Can't believe these cats is poppin' shit about papers in
of satan
There are songs from lovin'
And there are songs from hatin'
There are songs from lust
And there are songs from pain
Some songs were done by chosen
eaten away by plauge and insanity, flesh falling like strips of bark from a termite-infested tree, bones rotting turning first to brittle ivory then
"Mister Cee Got a Master Plan"
"This is a house that, y'all!"
Get up! Huh! Get up! Cause it's party time!
Clap your hands!
[Slick Rick]
Here
guitar!
Make me feel good instead like BARK BARK BARK BARK
Haha... This is "Smile More" by John Tyler
it's all for ya
Damn
I go so hard for ya
If you want it
We can get it
Shit it's all for ya
This a toast for all the times that we couldn't afford it
All
made the beat
Cause without him we would've never ever made the beat
Yeah freestyle, spirit talking, rest is history
Oh, oh, first John two fourteen,
the facts is, for geographic
No time to sip Mo's with hostess, never mind what the total gross is
I rip shows, stay focused, and split cheese, with
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