cause y'all grew up watchin' rambo and commando and cobra and schwarzenegger
coincidently is now the governor of a state in america. so where does the social responsibility fall for hollywood? na'mean that's why me i try tell us that art is a reflection of life. i wants the youth not to shoot and leave a song about it
how can i only handle my business from this 9-5
i smoke that dope
i call that potent
smokin' till i'm paralyzed
high as hell i'm blinded
zombies been auto pilot
this year my bro told me get mine
oui oui
we in paris
skepta mc
architecture the textures of beats
my complexion obsessive to infections when i call to freaks
while this mind is matured i got my green from my fans
so if you smokin' on reggie
i smack that green from your hands
my revival
ye nah take me title cause man are stifle
no man
no war
no rifle
me day are in the ghetto
sense it pon' me head stone
if i was a star
word to god i'd be fredro
it's all fashion
i smokes good i talks lavish
led to fame
a french name
expensive habits
tappin' out to chicken wings from bob backlund
whole foods
i eats good
it's organic
in paris
got hotties
no molly just ganji
stone like a brick
meet you in the lobby
gettin' dome off the rip
gold colored tints
whip like i whip
lay my shit down ya shrimp
technical message spray and beheaded
get used to slayin'
they useful
they used to slaves
zulu man use their great
the proofs of mis-truth
hidden in america's roots
livin'? i'm barely
just shoot
to the stars and cave in the roof
big timer for the majors it's proof
skepta with the ganja
salute
represent for my mama
stay true
gotta get it for low and the flip too
flatbush in the news
cops killed who?
niggas of the blue gotta trust who
money on my mind
what i've been through
all alone in the scroll with a issue
sticking to the dry like a tissue
sacrifice for the world
gonna miss you
one wish
few blunts and a pistol
frank white in a drop top we miss you
tip top
hip-hop rap's official
not hot
been told not official
big shot
big plot my
zombies blow wide
continental
yo shawty on my wood wood
ay it ain't no problem cause we smokin' on that good good
light one for my niggas who represent the hood hood
you know we smokin' that fire
she light the wood
dawg i just fuck her good
won't be known until i'm on and niggas hand me the throne
physically been many places but i'm brooklyn's own
if a nigga nice as me then he must be a clone
yo bitch is foamin at the mouth
i had to give her a bone
niggas should be embarrassed i caught a redeye to paris
eyes red from smokin' the hash
ah shit that classic
i'm nasty pass me it
bitch and i smash it
pass me a tab of some acid
pass me the globe and i trot that bitch
like you know what the best is
you hardly bent
i'm harvey dent
put my faith in the flip
you ain't a pimp
your reign ain't shit
you put your faith in the bitch
saint laurent crash denims
my shit came with the rips
my flow is sick
i spit more than a retard's kiss
i'm in your bitch
i raided my hips like i'm ravishing rick
i'm rather sick
aha feel my vibe
catchin' my drift
i wore a rubber that night
so that cannot be my kid
do as i say and get out
follow my actions and live
i get love from the north and the west
love from the south and the east
it's a zombie attack you bitches
we don't care about the police
i know you heard about the single
and you know about the album that i'm about to release
that's why i'm in paris taking pics with the girls outside on the streets
there will never be another like me
rep my gang 'til i d.i.e
and i don't wanna get buried in a grave
burn me and throw my ashes in the sea
hennessey and coke in the cup
and pierre got me the weed and the rizlas
i'm gonna smoke my spliff 'til it gets to the roach and it burns my fingers
watch the rude boy spit now
musical chairs make a man sit down
any size
little rave or a big crowd
somebody's gonna die here like chris brown
picture me broke in the hood on the run from the police
up to no good
driving with no license
two packs in the passenger seat
looking like suge
fuck that
i've gotta get paid i swear
i'm tryn'a be the hustler of the year
i've been killing it for lots of years
put money on my head
that's stocks and shares
i put the work in
i go too hard
business man with no business card
take a good look right now
the last time you see a rude boy like me spitting these bars
yo shawty on my wood wood
ay it ain't no problem cause we smokin' on that good good
light one for my niggas who represent the hood hood