Lyrics:
Feelin so righteous
No pills my mind is
On the hill like cypress
I'm a lob throw to Ross tho
Pablo Picasso
Ross know that boss flow
Shop ho no Costco
up
I saw what? Like ten of ya battles
You lost eight and the other
Two was a toss up
Do the math, if you try to throw
The punch you threw at Math, aw
[Verse 1]
Dream, scheme that's what I tell bitches
These punk niggas get pressed like twelve inches
I smell stinches, I been in the trenches
But
could you would get rid of me
What you gonna do when a nigga got to go hard?
But I won't let you get to me,
You should already figure I'mma go hard
If you
yourself (bitch)
Well bitch shell it from me (Ross)
H-Town!
M.I.A. yayo
That's how we do this
It's the boss
Multimillionaire shit 'round here
Flip what up?
[Coolio]
So, I jumped out the car and no matter what the cost
I had my mind set on sending niggas to Harrison Ross
[WC]
Caught one from the back and I
slipping I'm fully strapped
I grab my gat out the glove
Do these fools got a problem with me?
Or do they got love?
And when the light turns green, I
on but he gone gone say bye bye
Oh hello how do you do, you wanna smoke? Well I do too
Kick back puff pass let's have a session I'll take your ass to ganja
I'll be your superhero
When danger arrives
I'll be by your side (uh)
You're my lucky dime (uh)
Wyclef told me call 911
But who do you call when
When I see you on the street
My whole body gets weak
When you're standing in a crowd
Your love talks to me so loud
Girl, do I do, what you do
When I see you on the street
My whole body gets weak
When you're standing in a crowd
Your love talks to me so loud
Girl, do I do, what you do
When I see you on the street
My whole body gets weak
When you're standing in a crowd
Your love talks to me so loud
Girl, do I do, what you do
the game goes
Can't expect me to be an angel
I don't have wings and a halo
A lot people fake trying to play roles
My friends aren't Ross' and Rachel's
Don't
war, I gotta dedicate
It to my enemy, you gotta chill
What they keep telling the boy (yeah)
Wet up the car, wе gotta get 'em
Go and catch 'em off guard
I
thinking immorally
If I wasn't myself could I say I gave the fans All of Me?
Can't decide if I'm more ashamed of what they saw of me
Than I am of ignoring
records saying that we're a threat to decent society.
Fuck them. I hope we are.
What kind of depraved idiot thinks they can silence others by denying them
out of spite
The grave of us on which you jive
When I leave you have just arrived
Imma do it well, from the cradle to these other places
out of spite
The grave of us on which you jive
When I leave you have just arrived
Imma do it well, from the cradle to these other places
Clashing with they father figure when they know they wanna be just like him
Where might I have been without my pen to scribble about what I done wit 'em
an girls listen to me
It is I that you see
Gettin' high niggas be
Gettin' by on these streets
Do or die on these streets
Hit 'em high meet defeat
Wit'
you still
But if I have to say goodbye somedayI will
I will.
JEALOUS OWL
Written by funmi abiola- Simon A law- Ross Anderson
Produced by Simon law
long
'Cause I do what the fuck I want on every song
And you bitches are mad 'cause you spit a facade
For sad niggas who thought hip-hop was really
again
(I been tryin', tryin', tryin', tryin')
Yeah, teacher-parent meetings, wives get googly-eyed
Regardless of what they husbands do to provide
You know
Rez Burna
Look
I ain't trynna hear about what we used to be
The question is
What we gone do now
Poverty stricken
Niggas been giving up all
.png/203px-Ross_Lynch_2_(cropped).png "Ross Lynch")
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