Jam with 5 Sorgharts
Yeah
D Dillard
Don't let them tell you nothing
About how your sorry should feel
Cause if it were up to them
It woulda never been that real
The one they doubted
So they know nothing about me
Three strikes, get out nigga
It's not the words out my mouth bigger
But my money cause I'm on the count nigga
Going all out
Tell em bro
Shout out to B.I
N.G.O's wellin' on it
Give a * if you're out
Told me rap like holy,
strap like sulchin' All out for the gold niggas,
supply the niggas
Stuck in feelings,
head stuck in the ceiling Not feeling ya,
uh
Evil dudes wanna see me in suits Keep
me moving through my pituitary gland
Uh,
they a monster at the nama lobster party Be not me,
get out don't let Fox see me
A Huxfield,
McTosh feed Wake up and not the last week
Wish I was sleeping at NYC,
y'all damn noisy Half a second with a white bee,
unlikely
Preliving the cycle till my siren moves Well I'm high to do
Don't make them tell you nothing About how just how you should feel
Cause if it were up to them It woulda never been that real
Don't make them tell you nothing About how just how you should feel
Cause if it were up to them It woulda never been that real
Hands on buckle,
things swingin' like a nunchaku Bedroom buckle,
left ya girl in a coffin
Rock her like Jacko,
weed in her mouth,
walk a hoe
Siberian Huskies,
who they trust in me Them bitches talk to me,
excuse my English
I'ma let ya finish,
but really ill It's the blood that's in this room,
me everything bless
Light like a girl in a slim legging Swamp with ya pegging
But first,
try for a break,
ya in this energy Filling ya energy,
hope ya feeling the melody
I'm millin' in adrenaline when I see
your image She *** the mic like,
hold on
I'ma let ya finish,
weed and Guinness Spank a witness like Dennis
I'm lean,
I got just optimum,
I dead Toss the bed down,
die dead
Hear that?
Don't make them tell you nothing About how just how you should feel
Cause if it were up to them It woulda never been that real
Don't make them tell you nothing About how just how you should feel
Cause if it were up to them It woulda never been that real
Well,
jiggy,
weed and ciggy,
burning my religion Suck on the jobber with precision,
till my head fission
Can't pigeonhole me,
not like once in a while,
I'ma like nigga,
roly poly
Ready for brokeish,
you know me,
no jokey Come and meet me,
I go up here
Not for lowkey,
keep it real,
a man in the hall Run from ball till the beast,
the ball may not live
Call it Oz Bradley,
or Roderick International water with a couple man's daughters
Ready for start up, can't stop,
adopt me at all but Just hope from the lockbox,
fast forward,
silver warrior K-Crimes,
OKFC,
like the Colonel,
NY and John Robert
They're taking it further,
no perjury verbally from the Herbie Mae As the wheels
keep turning and turning and the real burning man
Anyone long since crossed the threshold never settle
Don't make them tell you nothing About how just how you should feel
Cause if it were up to them It woulda never been that real
Don't make them tell you nothing About how just how you should feel
Cause if it were up to them It woulda never been that real
Yeah,
come out, don't know, my ting is zimmit
Don't know,
zip