Lyrics:
Running through these trees, yeah
We cop 'em by the pound
Uh, you ain't get a flip
I can't have your ass around
Yeah, it's up (Uh, uh) yeah, it's up, uh
"What'd you do last night?"
"We did umm, two whole cars
It was me, these, and Main Three right?
And on the first car in small letters it said
Thrown round by the wind
Thrown down in a spin
Thrown round by the wind
Thrown down in a spin
Thrown round by the wind
Thrown down in a spin
These
with all your might
Cause Ill be rappin like this for the rest of the night
Its Jalil y'all, your master rapper
And when I'm on the mic its a sheer
rollin', lil larger
In the parking lot of Sonics, get to it on the Chronic
OR At Bay Street, Blues Cheifing them up by the twos
Rollin' with my big sister,
by the way|Where were you last night when I called?|(Voice of reason)||All is fair in love and war|But you can't compare the two anymore|We got
for media
So after PT I would mimic all the cats on TV up
Started writing tracks in the cafeteria
Channeling all the life challenges I had experienced
and a cot, and some cops
Trying to find dinosaurs in the Bible
It's all quiet in the jail-house
Then they ride in to find the empty cells out
They was
Poetry pt. ii
Drop it to the floor, make that booty shake
Do you want some fries with that milkshake?
I get cake
Come and get a super plate
Don't I
Ayo Miroow you went In
Say you want it I get up and go
Yeah, woah
Uh, woah
Woah
Woah
Woah
Say you want it i get up and go
She all over me when I get
if it take all day
I let y'all fucks parlay, you wonder why I'm straight
New shoes and sick clothes, bitches be front row
Bow down her tempo, I
on the Pts
Count my blessing thumbing through the dirty money
Louis duffle 2k, but it hold 200
All 20s got me fucking up the zipper
Told my bitch go and grab
rap danger field
I feel y'all niggas ain't really keepin' it real
use that ice grill like a shield
nigga you meal, for my vultures
swoop down attack
Was it in Gods Plan? Does he know all my flaws
Guided by his hand, I be breaking the law
I don't think he planned to be a god after all
If he left us
night
Number six repeat
It's Tha Liks baby baby all night
Yo, it goes down like one two three
It's Tha Alkaholiks in the place to be
Whether
give it all a-
Still drippin' in finesse (Goddamn)
Man, I got figures and flows, I'm a different kind of F
Got a Lambo and a Rolls, that's a different
so broke or out of hope, 2009, now
Not a dollar to my name, 2 jobs on the minimum wage
It's okay to be a slave, as long as we escape
I mean, most
double and a bonus one
Give me more for all me friends
This banana flow never end
Do you want a banana?
Peel it down and go mm mm mm mm
Do you want
behind us tell my daughter sit back
If I pull over they gone meet Michael Jack
This shit can get ugly nigga Michael Black
How many times you lost it all
milimeter, nine zips
Said if I sold each one for nine, I'd have grip
I hesitated, I ain't never sold a stone
I done seen it fuck the hood up
Plus all my niggaz
You might think it would be easier
To fly away
Some random day
When you're twenty-two
But add the miles
Subtract the smiles
That loved ones mean
That
just don't confuse it
What happens, these dudes get rude and then I lose it
I'm scandalous, I blow your two kids off the atlas
With a gat that's
just don't confuse it
What happens, these dudes get rude and then I lose it
I'm scandalous, I blow your two kids off the atlas
With a gat that's
that loves him so
Walk in nailed flat to the counter its by your bro
Oh
Ruffle through sparse drawers look for the divorce
Papers filed in advance hey
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