but i can get down,

i don't even think they understand

my mama played bob marley

my mama

huh

my

my

my mama

ayy

let's get it

yeah

my mama played bob marley

my mama knew how to party

on the peace

on the beat

i might bust on repeat in yo' bill

we own yo' street and we kill when the people on pills and the reefer

hangin' on keefer

it sells

i can't let them give me help

but i can get down

i can get down on the ground

i'm on a pound in this sound

louder than shit

you got yo' blood on my fit

i don't care

i can't see it

i am too lit

lit

lit like a candle

little hard to handle

you say you a lion but you really just a dandle

you got no feet on the floor

that's why i'm fuckin' your ho'

she like the dog

all of those people with feelings and all of those people we feelin'

yeah

all of those people

we get them

all of those people

we movin' our breath

weekday

up to my neck in that shit

ho'

i got to spit what i writ'

i got that blunt and it's lit

i wish i could forget about this-shit

get yo' back up off the wall!

get yo' back up off the wall!

get yo' back up off the wall!

get yo' back up off the wall!

get yo' back up off the wall!

get yo' back up off the wall!

get yo' back up off the wall!

get yo' back up off the wall!

get yo' back up off that wall

too many kids talk shit

no balls

when we get down

we do not fall

when we get down we one and all

ayy

ayy

ayy!

you got beef

i want you to move

you got soul

i want you to stroll

okay

there's too much of this bullshit

people standing up on the fucking wall

they got no feet

so nigga

just get on top of the-

ayy

ayy

yeah

yeah

ayy

ayy

ayy

ayy

yeah

yeah

yeah

wait

wait

wait

wait

yeah

yeah

i can get down

i can get down on a pound of the sound

and i feel it

killing my spirit

i know you hear it

i just might sear it

burr