Lyrics:
Who rocks the best
Niggas want to picket sign and protest
From Hempstead to Westbury
I'm 3 platinum LPs
Take off them Stobalees
Now
is nothin'
Test me ya death'll be an NFT, this digital hustlin'
Who number one ain't no difficult judgement
Bar fest, bitch, we the gods in
Pleasing my tummy
With actual money
My ex is dummy
She wasn’t for me
I need a Queen from Atlantis
Who not from Atlanta
The hook up
Is tight like
from Far Rock hoppin'
Over the turnstile
To set up shop up top by the Jamaican spot
My joints have been a
Bop, from vinyl, cassettes, cDs and streams
I got that work, fuck Labor Day, just bought a gun
Fuck punching in, throwing rocks, no hopscotch
Bet my 9 milli hit the right spot
Bang, last
roulette by yaself on a trip to Mars
I break atoms in the same fashion I spit these bars
Put barbwire on my mic rip it tight till it slips and scars
to do
Please tell me
I'm just a singer in a rock and roll band.
How can we understand
Riots by the people for the people
Who are only destroying
jealous only bitches share that tray whats the wave
I'm surrounded by clown niggas
Hold me down lies they praying that I drown in it
They screaming free
King Creole, go
There's a man in New Orleans who plays rock and roll
He's a guitar man with a great big soul
He lays down a beat like a ton
sued by some fuckboy
And y'all was tryna get me to change my name and shit
I spent my whole fucking career, this who I was
Y'all trying get me
ima go vacant
I make music for niggas who pull wit tommys and aks at a location
This a hit and i got a whole vault so be ready to be fuck up the summer
don't stop
You rock to the beat till it makes you drop
Yes, I'm one of a kind, I'm Super Rhymes
And I'd like to say hello
And since I'm on the mic
tommy, I step by my lonely
I catch me a clown and he done
It was just me and Lil Derrick, we stayed up all night
I went thirteen, I picked up a gun
Say
reelin'
Johnny strummed his Tommy gun
Left blastin' through the ceiling
So what became of rebels
Who sang for you and me?
Grapplin' with their demons
and forty days
Surrounded by forty thieves they wanna see me dead
Run away a fugitive and with a price on my head
Wanna know why you can't identify with
know you heard of me
You probably know some bitch niggaz who wanna murder me
Busta Reggie Murray Ramp and Mercy's all we need for disaster
For me
Aw brotherly love
You did good Jayden
You rock boy
Yeah
We 4L bitch, we gon' make this sick
We gon' slide through yo hood
We gon ride through your
squicky goal:
"We spread the word of diamonds worn by stars of screen and stage, by wives and daughters of political leaders, by any woman who can make
King Creole, go
There's a man in New Orleans who plays rock and roll
He's a guitar man with a great big soul
He lays down a beat like a ton
swear to god booty on fleek
I don't think y'all understand me the shit Turned me right to a feen
You talkin that bullshit It's free
But keep all that
in it
Got the lobby in it, Tommy in it
The trunk got a body in it
Niggas be like he bodying it
Ziplock full of J's
Closet full of J's walking on
My
Trey Songz]
I'm cat like me vs a cat like you
I look back like who you think she gone choose
It be save that u lose because I'm the type of dude
On the 2
I took a ride in a boat
From the harbour by the bay
I took a walk on the rock
Yes - it still stands today
And I thought of all the men
Who
Tommy cnd Pamela, Far from a amateur,
I should be on payroll
Walk like the man cuz I know who I am,
Feel like man cuz I know who I am,
Talk like man cuz
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