Lyrics:
like you know what's up
Best act like you know what's up
Strolling down the boulevard
Don't act like you know me Cuz
You know where the wave be
I was born by the river
South side all my life
I was made to be a hard worker
So i got me a 9 to 5
Waiting for you to come home
We’ve been
For tryin' to brace,
Cough drops laced and you'll be laid out stunned by zae's
Place the cover in a maced
ATF lookin for this arsonist, lettin off
I know I'm not fit or deserving to do this
But I'm foolish
If I don't spit to give you Godly influence
Like a student
Practise and prudence will you
I shall proceed, and continue to rock the mic
Just think, what if you could just, just blink yourself away?
Jeff X can rock the mic with tooth
Excuse me, miss, what's your name?
That's a beautiful name, my name is Tazz, it's a pleasure to meet you
Now, I hope you don't mind, but I just saw
Thank my math teacher Count Dracula
For just teachin' a brother to you know
Count his marbles you know
What about you?
Verse 1 (Mack)
Thank my math teacher Count Dracula
For just teachin' a brother to you know
Count his marbles you know
What about you?
Verse 1 (Mack)
line."
Then the section foreman said, "Hey! Hammer-swinger!
I see you your own hammer boy but, what all can them muscles do?" and he said,
"I can hoist
back from Hollywood
And I ain't changed a lick
Though, I know I probably should
But, what I'm doin' is not a good look
I never did it by the good
to snitchin' and they was there to listen
When he told what he know, said they barely was trippin'
Less time, now da niggas in a better position
Unless you
boy
You ain't been through shit
Square ass white boy square ass white boy
You only 5'6 you only 5'6
Square ass white boy square ass white boy
Ya gotta
Pop rosè forreal
Jah Jah plead the Fifth
That's the Fifth two times
I'm the deal fo sho
Independent blow
Heavy on the thugging that's my life woahdy
You
that sticky
And my slimes up the blicky
Half a million, oh, I'm leading
Got they face lookin' shitty
Crazy bitch, get out of my face, you vicky
Wanna put
to God turn a something from nothing
She want a date, Ruth Chris nice shit, well bitch is you buggin'
Asking niggas like "what is you doing?" instead
on me
But they're lookin' at me all confident like
And it's, and it's pissing me off blud
You know what I'm... bruv
I just had Lizzy on the phone (On
tears still close to the surface, its unnerving and annoying
Conversations with my colder self
Lookin in the mirror I don't know you well
Boy you lookin
The critics be lookin to type on the board
We had to be wagin a war on the
You look at how tight were the edge of the odds
Just look at the clock
I made lotta
know what's right or wrong
Thought that by now I would
Know just what to say
To make this go away
I said "Hey girl
Would you please tell me
Where'd you
V I B E killer
Stupid fuckin villain
clways in a thriller
cll you do is let me down
What a sinner
But you think you're a winner
Shitty you can
Welcome back to that blue station
And I'm your host, DJ Azul
And if you're feelin' blue, ya already
I'm chillin' with a young king
By way of Alabama
You talk shit on a boy like a troll
I was insecure 'till my bitch ass rose
New shoes every week think my PayPal broke
Got a fire ass coat like eskimo
Fuck The Numbers
Let’s keep pushing until we’re on the cape
And I’m wearing a Prada cape
Custom Made
Dom P by the case
You’ll never catch up, always
Tell ya people that I'm comin by (Yeah yeah)
Got that shit that'll get ya high (Holla at a pimp)
Talkin shit cause I'm off
Tonight, and you really
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