I’m still a nigga from the old school. Only been two years since I known you. I know it ain’t much. But, a nigga still fond of your touch. & I gotta admit. Girl, you got a big butt. & I’m just tryna grasp that. Only got one question, can I ask that? Can I put a ring on you? You say yes when a nigga throw that thing on you. Know I got attached, now more than one string on you.
Since everyone’s talking about it, I might as well give out my opinion as well.
First of all, most of these people “spreading awareness,” are just hype followers/band wagoners. Spreading awareness only goes so far, and I know for a fact that most people won’t take the next step into helping this…
Since everyone’s talking about it, I might as well give out my opinion as well.
First of all, most of these people “spreading awareness,” are just hype followers/band wagoners. Spreading awareness only goes so far, and I know for a fact that most people won’t take the next step into helping this…
I be that witty muthafucka. Carson what I’m reppin’. No excuses for your actions when you always come in second. Catch me at the session. Just watch where you steppin’. Leave the bullshit with the cows ‘cause we coming with the weapons.
See me with my son, and my click. Yeah, we hella thick. President and Pepsi shit. All my shit is relevant. Throw you in the trunk like elephant. Ain’t no tellin’ shit. All I’m tellin’ you is boy. Yeah, we hella rich.
Visit in the city. Ain’t no limit on my gritty.
No A$AP, but I be that witty muthafucka. Carson what I’m reppin’. Runnin’ from the ones, what’s it like to be in second? Class is now in session. Keep these niggas guessin’. ‘Cause different girls be offerring the pleasure of undressin’.
Gotta watch where you layin’. When the cops come around, gotta watch what’chu sayin’.
It’s live or die. Smoke ‘til you drunk. Drink ‘til your liver high. I hear a beat. Don’t be mad if I shit a lot.
On it. Bad Boy, I flaunt it. All up in your home, that ghost shit. We haunt it. All up in the sky, Osama. We bomb it. Greed is what feeds me. Money, bitch. I want it.
You and I make conversation. And I could barely hear you, but your words are what I make’em. Two years old and my ex girls hating. Because I chose you and the next girl’s waiting. But, you my son. So, fuck’em.
The world is yours J. Your pops, I gave you all of it. So, even I’d you fall a bit. Them black and whites ain’t callin’ shit. I’ll audit it. Drop a bit of knowledge shit and you and I can grab some racks and hit the mall and ball a bit.
I know mom’s in another picture. I’d never switch up. Cause if you gone, I’d grab a pitcher of a deadly mixture. And drink it all just for you to see I need you here. You from the west of my town. Do you bleed it? Yeeeah.
My little sonny boy. My Mr. Junior EA$Y. Usually, I’m used to breathing. But, it’s hard when a dad looks for newer reasons. I been thru bluer seasons. This ain’t no crip thang.
I rip change outta rich pockets. You cannot stop it. J Boy and easyd0esit you cannot top it.
