Lyrics:
40K, now she act different (let's go)
And her ass different, look, my cash different
I'm gettin' money on purpose, you got it by accident (that's
Your sports team is vastly inferior
That simple fact is plainly obvious to see
We're gonna kick your collective posterior
Of course you realize we're
Now it's the only place I want to be, yeah
This is my town, this is my town
There ain't an inch of road I ain't been down
This is my town, this is
said let's make a track if we make it happen we can probably blow
Now it's Abstract and we're here to stay Jason you know you my brother
You was there
of those places
I always wanted to go to for some reason like
It just feels like I should be there
At some point in my life
And I think this is the perfect
had to back it slow
Niggas think I'm playin' on the set until we tag his toe
You cannot hop inside this whip unless you got a pole
Slap 30 in this
An he can get to the joint
I urinated on the state
While I was kickin' this song
Yeah, he appear to be fair
The cracker over there
He try to keep it
to keep it yesteryear
The good ol' days
The same ol' ways
That kept us dyin'
Yes, you me myself and I'ndeed
What he need is a nosebleed
Read between
Uh-huh uh huh uh
Gee-gee-geyeah
Baby, watching, streets
Uh-huh uh huh uh
Live from Brooklyn
Uh-huh uh
The streets is watching
Check it, check
Uh-huh uh huh uh
Gee-gee-geyeah
Baby, watching, streets
Uh-huh uh huh uh
Live from Brooklyn
Uh-huh uh
The streets is watching
Check it, check
like Jimmy John's
I'm giving out free smells
We the tag team champs
And we giving out free L's
No batman
I'm strapman
My sidekicks is mobbin
Now I'm drippin Aquafina
They told me I was dreamin
I was nothin but a schemer
Now all I do is make bread and
Then I split it all with my team nigga
There won't be many sequels
The AR-fithteen is mean
It'll blow you squad to Smithereens
What is this a game?
No its a robbery
The desert eagle's barely
leaking out your faucets, hmm
Time to forfeit your crown and leave the grounds
There's a new sheriff in town holding it down
It's the two holster,
leaking out your faucets, hmm
Time to forfeit your crown and leave the grounds
There's a new sheriff in town holding it down
It's the two holster,
plate?
Is your team fulla fakes
Young boy can you relate
To the to quotes written and the notes spitten' by the greats
Back against the ropes just like
Some members of the Battleborn have banded
Together to make a rap?
Ha! This should be as entertaining
As it is pathetic
When all the light has been
hate or love us it's only a
Grammy I give a fuck about, or my parent's mothers
Everyday used to steal paint from errand brothers,
Tag my way home I
unacceptable
So let’s change it
Rearrange it
Your concept
Of civil
Society Is broken
Stop smoking
The rhetoric
Is so thick
Its making me sick
Leaving
and this is Ex-Lax
Get it, assholes? Move
Make room for my people to spit
Before we eat your weak little clique
My team’s the shit, homie
Yours is just
this Sunday
And I'll walk you home when
The whole thing's done if you're there
I don't even care which team won
We can stop at the coffee shop
And make
I gotta throw y’all a bone
So you don’t leave me alone, now you know how it goes
Feeling like my voice is a ghost
And my sound is the sheet walking
There seems to have
been some disturbance here. Pardon me, sir, did you see what happened?
SPOKEN: Yeah, I did. I's standin' over there by
There seems to have
been some disturbance here. Pardon me, sir, did you see what happened?
SPOKEN: Yeah, I did. I's standin' over there by
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