Jazzercise - Thelonious Martin, Michael Christmas

Only god can judge me

Stay ugly get money

19 and im bummy, girls dont wanna fudge me

See my white Sonata, I still dont got my liscence

Pops watch TV like fuck the New York Giants

Say fuck if you not tryin, to get up out this violence

I always imagined gettin robbed to some violins

Until they fade out then you hear all the sirens

Until they peel off cause I’m gone moan in silence

Shit, like R.I.P.

I’d be the best rapper if they kill me

Like I wonder kid, I’m on Wunderkid like it’s 106

Battlin myself to be like Bow Wow enough of this

Keef made lungs cold colors since Keisha Cole

Packed like back packs drop now I need a bowl

Anaconda Malt liquor style

Learned a lesson my nigga

Second guessin my nigga

Got me stressin bout the session my nigga

Used to burners on the dresser IKEA never trapped

But I sold candy out the packs

Pack bowls of the cereal and milk at lunch

Heard the Captain Crunch taste better with some bucks

Got the urge to be the captain of the ship now we up

Up like the sky is

Still talk bullshit like pass that trident

Orbit round the earth

Best chicken joint searchin since the birth

Sox games then a cookout on the second

Cause we got that check on the first

I’m a studeous nigga, both hands on the gluteus

And look into my eyes you see nothing you like who is this

Cause i done changed so much and niggas ain’t got through to ya

Rooty poo jabroni, know your role or blow me

D-low for C notes, Christmas for C notes

Take off tourino with count cars like kilo

Then we dodge 4 or 5 cop cars with ease

Bumpin chuck berry duck walkin out to maybelline bitch