Lyrics:
steady the stainless (hah)
Drive-bys out of minivans, Chevys, and Ranges (brr)
Rap nigga go to the club in my city, tuck every chain in (hah)
Get niggas
fly for life
I've been workin' that myself
Man I wrote this rap myself
Killin' tracks all by myself
Brought it back all by myself
Drink till last call
mental, my track record speaks for itself
I'm so instrumental
Allow me to rekindle
Lets all reminisce like Mary did
Think I have to send you a reminder
I can lead these hoes to water but I'm no Mary's father
But I can run a track for days but I am no Tiki Barber
On the beach in San Diego now I feel
go away
Dreams and hopes are at bay ay ay
Lighting my life away ay ay
I like smoking Mary Jane
Helps me ease the pain
All these girls are insane
Smoke
came from God
Praise Allah, We praying hard
It's like I say Hail Mary's with Tom Brady's arm
Tracks we be racing on
LB gave the Baton
And we running it
Taking it back with this track
Rocking a sideways yankee cap
Baggy dickies and a bottle cap
Not a dollar in my pocket
Was so broke I almost lost it
the time you got sand in your eye?
That day when we went down by the sea?
I didn't think so
Neither do I
Cause I have a terrible memory
Can't tell you which
Called outta work to relax gotta get back on track
Walked up the steps seen mr.725
Dapped him up brushed my teeth
Now I'm bout to go eat
Mary
girl face in my lap goin up and down
Miss Mary Mack all dressed in black
Let me hit it from the back when my tour Came to town
I'm the patty cake patty
A soul to run with(soul to run with)
But I'm so caught up in my own shit
Now I'm losing track of time
Mary had a little heart
Who's love was cold as snow
on
You can feel The Lord on every track that they put Jerry on
Number one. Feeling champ pain: Dom Perignon
The C stand for Conjuring; boy its getting
brained, missing a couple bolts, but on the track I'm Usain
That's where I put my soul
And we a drastic mood swing
From this class of fugazis
All get left
Mary friends now enemies
Heard the train scream no use running
Now Old Jack's coming now Old Jack's coming now
Old Jack Henry fed by fury
Slit her throat
Nechci šírit hate (Jenom good vibes)
Chci jenom peace a love (Jinak goodbye)
Miluju Mary Jane (Mary Jane)
Chci toho kila, chci toho fakt hodně
(Moje music
Johnny was a race car driver
He'd drive all day around the track
He'd get that twinkle in his eye
Then you'd see him drive by
You know he's never
"Gen’lmen, we just havin’ church
Here" Six words which - directed at me and
A fellow soul buff at the Full
Gospel Tabernacle church by it's chuckling
Whoo Ha! Backpack raps with gats in it
Don't get your cap peeled
By the black menace k-Dot thoroughbred
Move like a militant soldier
On point like
award me with hoes
Put em on a track like vocals
Leave em for a day and they want their
Master back like the first album by Jay
I dash with the dividends
can't compete
(100) all by myself, I'm 100 deep
I was on the first 50
Now the powers at a dollar
Politician pushing tracks in it, mayor
I president in it
and then repeat this track
But, in the past, I used to smack dudes by the way they'd act
But, food I never jacked--that reminds me, I could use a snack
a little water
Get on any track, and I ride it like Marauder
I go hard in the mother fuckin' kitchen
Half thing, whole thing, nigga I'm pitchin
Hit it
Stay off his dick!
Nigga, some don't think I can flow, so here we go
To a new track, to show the wack, that I can throw
Styles that show up, I blow
Right here, let's get ratchet, uh huh
Trippy like Bombay paper planes
Pints of Codeine, pounds of Mary Jane
If I didn't have my dope, I would go
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