They are famous for chicken wings
And, and, a terrible football team
And Rick James
[El Camino]
Yo, uh, yo, uh, yo, uh
When there was more shit to talk about, and niggas was walking it out
Was with my mom dukes and was tryna make it down south
We all sleeping on the couch, my moms weeping on the couch
Because her back hurt, from all of that sleeping on the couch
Way back before I ever needed me a quarter ounce
I did, but just didn't know I needed me a quarter ounce
I carried the shit that they ain't expect for me to figure out
I did, I can't let a nigga lecture me that never did it big
Words from the wise, you shoot, you never close your eyes
You get it done, remember that I ain't the one who told you lies
He said McDonald's, I wasn't the one who sold you fries
But, like McDonald's, I'm one of them ones who sold you pies
Like your reverend, I'm one of the ones who hold your tithes
Shake you down and fix you up, and fold your tie
And every new rollie come with a loaded nine
Sawed the back off your choppa, but I unfolded mine
[Benny the Butcher]
Yo, I'm from East Buffalo where them cans go pop
And the plans won't stop unless them grams won't lock
I count money and drive fast, both hands rope tied
So, I'm either at the bank or the lambo shop
I left home and only had a couple dollars, I can't front
But this rate I'm going, I probably buy an island in a month
I'm in Sergio Tacchini, thousand dollar pair of dunks
I'm at the game watching, where they do the commentary from
You see me, AS gold bottles, we drink the pain
This heater stay with me so much, this bitch probably gon' need a name
I pop back up, it feel like Jesus came
Pourin liquor for niggas who died before their legal drinking age
I hope y'all niggas meet y'all karma soon
I see the defense called an audible, cause that's what problem solvers do
Y'all cats chatting in them articles, but y'all rap status dishonorable, tax brackets be marginal
Fuck y'all (nigga)
(Big BSF, you know what it is)
Nahmean, Why wouldn't they hate on you?
They spit on Jesus, They hated Malcolm, man
They hated Michael, anybody who great, nigga
Ah
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