Roy Jones (feat. Benny the Butcher)

When i write poems i’m kinda nice homes ‘97 roy jones i’m in that type zone i just seen a new rapper he got tights on

Cops in back of me i’m a gunna they turn the lights on

When i write poems i’m kinda nice homes ‘97 roy jones i’m in that type zone i just seen a new rapper he got tights on

Cops in back of me i’m a gunna they turn the lights on

I been gunning since a youngin you can sense when I’m comin

You probably felt it in ya stomach heard ya shit and felt nothing

We cookin dope substance and it let us (?) its long days in jail gotta kite for my cousin

He told me black got kilt he got hit wit a dozen i’m in The back of the yard doin pull ups and running

Pulled up on they strip they was bitching and runnin

Youngin said he need some work i be back wit a onion

**** step aside when you see them I’m coming

Ima shooter any **** wanna fight we can run it

Kick his door hold up check the ceiling check a million

My time slim i needa check for chillen

Ya slime dead he always catching feelings

Catch a flight wit my brother he keep catching killings ima villain

As far as rap go im the illest

Im honorable you the realest and this kush hittin like the steelers

When i write poems i’m kinda nice homes ‘97 roy jones i’m in that type zone i just seen a new rapper he got tights on

Cops in back of me i’m a gunna they turn the lights on

When i write poems i’m kinda nice homes ‘97 roy jones i’m in that type zone i just seen a new rapper he got tights on

Cops in back of me i’m a gunna they turn the lights on

Lets go, i got this grip for a couple reasons my only wish is that this bitch retire undefeated

I talk facts and brought back what the hustlers needed

We spend so much my connect plug wanna meet us i played the spot wit the smokers and a couple workers

The neighbors always complain sayin sum burning

I bet you heard I used to get the whole thing wrap

I took the trip and had to ship the whole thing back

I sat close, backseat in the extra v

Its that deep i ain't riding wit it unless its free damn my mans shit jammed he heard his whammy clicking

We discuss murder private like its family business

See, I really handle chickens my advantage different

I made 100k in it but the trannies slipping

I ain't get a rap advance, let me work

We dope boys i put packs of hands every 1st

When i write poems i’m kinda nice homes ‘97 roy jones i’m in that type zone i just seen a new rapper he got tights on

Cops in back of me i’m a gunna they turn the lights on

When i write poems i’m kinda nice homes ‘97 roy jones i’m in that type zone i just seen a new rapper he got tights on

Cops in back of me i’m a gunna they turn the lights on