Lirik

Yea Real life inspire real music Jersey, you gotta say that sh*t with emphasis when you say that sh*t like Jersey motherfker This that Jersey sh*t on Chancellor No propaganda Rollin with the hammer Tippin all the dancers This that Jersey sh*t on Chancellor No propaganda Rollin with the hammer Tippin all the dancers This that Jersey sh*t on Chancellor No propaganda Rollin with the hammer Tippin all the dancers This that Jersey sh*t on Chancellor No propaganda Rollin with the hammer Tippin all the dancers This that jersey sh*t on Chancellor Codak get the camera You dont want these hands bruh You aint got no stamina My mother survived cancer My brother son need pampers Talkin bout practice? And you aint got the answers Im from Chancellor Thats off of Stuyvesant You either went to Chancellor or to Madison (Jersey!) I myself I went to Madison Gotta keep one eye open like you from Paterson (Peace God!) I look in the mirror like Im glad its him Im ballin b*tch Im ballin b*tch I grab the rim (Coco!) She love my beard She grab my chin I always pray to God every time I sin (Amen) Now talk to my nice Shout out all my Haitians on Chancellor eatin that rice (Sak Kap Fet) You check the tag f*ck the price (coco) Lifes a gamble roll the P-Dice This that Jersey sh*t on Chancellor No propaganda Rollin with the hammer Tippin all the dancers (Work!) This that Jersey sh*t on Chancellor No propaganda Rollin with the hammer Tippin all the dancers This that Jersey sh*t on Chancellor No propaganda Rollin with the hammer Tippin all the dancers This that Jersey sh*t on Chancellor No propaganda Rollin with the hammer Tippin all the dancers This that jersey sh*t on Chancellor The ave where it pop off (What you order?) Chicken french fries salt pepper ketchup hot sauce (Ooh) Tops get knocked off Cops dont respond to calls We dont get involved Closed case na problem solved Im from where you get ya stain from ya actions (word) Rush ns like we bout to claim for ya taxes (ayo gimme dat) And I myself I went to Chancellor Squad deeper than in Wakanda Im Black Panther (We On!) Aint nothing sweet, aint nothing too nice Rep my city I do this for the home of blue knights Where b*tches lusting Ns dust you off the atmosphere (Boom) Cant re-up Or flip the work until the pack is clear Copped my first cassette tape out the f*ckin Valley Fair (facts) Smoked my first blunt on 40th street with purple bali hairs This the land of the lost but dont get caught without it You can lose your life and no one give a f*ck about it (na)
Writer(s): Tim Benifield Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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