Lyrics
You were cool ten years ago, if it ain t the jets then it ain t nothing, always call a spade a spade
Tell them boys their run is up, man fuck it i m out black owned, in your label office but they said i can t smoke weed here
Please remember this day, that come with my work, make me feel high so i m gon spit it my way
I got my jigsaw and my lumber truck, schoolin em who the beast is, until you show anyway
rollin down the same old strip
whack niggas sleep rappin and woke up in trouble
always call a spade a spade
Take em to school give these niggas brown bag lunches, take em to school give these niggas brown bag lunches
So emotional, he rushed out on the field
If it ain t the jets then it ain t nothing, my momma told me
Learn how to roll with the punches, whack niggas with that sleep rap and then woke up in trouble Jay, be like chuck d never be like flavor flav
so devoted for
cause i m a throw my number up
and the way he complimenting chuckie with that bow tie flow
Know when to fold em, schoolin em who the beast is
such a excellent moment
I m so sorry, dickes with the creases
Back to to shooting craps and talking smack to the polices, know when to fold em, take em to school give these niggas brown bag lunches
such a excellent moment
And summon up the thunder what, make me feel high so i m gon spit it my way
but that clock around his neck is so fly
New party same old chicks, learn how to roll with the punches
In your label office but they said i can t smoke weed here, schoolin em who the beast is Electronica, man fuck it i m out black owned
Be like chuck d never be like flavor flav, make me feel high so i m gon spit it my way Jay, i pray this flow is dumb enough ugh
I pray my heart is dmc and reverend run enough, be like chuck d never be like flavor flav Electronica, cause i m a throw my number up
whack niggas with that sleep rap and then woke up in trouble
you was cool ten years ago you fucking lex bubbles
You fucking lex bubble, whack niggas sleep rappin and woke up in trouble
Man fuck it i m out black owned, i got my jigsaw and my lumber truck, whack niggas with that sleep rap and then woke up in trouble
Tell them boys their run is up, whack niggas with that sleep rappin and woke up in trouble, man fuck it i m out black owned
Schoolin em who the beast is, dickes with the creases
pretty twenty something sleeping in my diamond supply shirt
New party same old chicks, you were cool ten years ago
Hard is not enough brother i m tougher, i got a studio in my house, and summon up the thunder what
i pray my heart is dmc and reverend run enough