AAU Tournaments Blockhead (Ft. billy woods & Navy Blue)
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Thank you, thank you
Aaahh
Alright, you ready?
[Verse 1: billy woods]
Time's short, I never took time off
Money's long, it's a heap of shit I never bought
I sleep on the floor
I'm the best, but really no better than y'all
Everything you need to know about America is inside any 99 cent store
They was talking something bout God's law
I was like, which god?
Both reached for the machine same time and time crawled
Put my faith in the future, like a time bomb
From the start rhymed wrong
She couldn't put a face to music but something familiar about that stupid song
Long rifle keep clapping till Cupid's gone
I wake up yesterday, then the day before
Confused and dazed, eighth grade they used to pepper spray the halls, pull the alarms
Eleventh grade, pull up in stolen cars
Cinnamon Run at Peppertree Farms
I swear I seen Chris Partlow
Pardon, Gbenga Akinnagbe
For every Jack Harlow, it's a white boy who didn't make it and works in crypto and intellectual property
You can't copy me
Aaahh
Alright, you ready?
[Verse 1: billy woods]
Time's short, I never took time off
Money's long, it's a heap of shit I never bought
I sleep on the floor
I'm the best, but really no better than y'all
Everything you need to know about America is inside any 99 cent store
They was talking something bout God's law
I was like, which god?
Both reached for the machine same time and time crawled
Put my faith in the future, like a time bomb
From the start rhymed wrong
She couldn't put a face to music but something familiar about that stupid song
Long rifle keep clapping till Cupid's gone
I wake up yesterday, then the day before
Confused and dazed, eighth grade they used to pepper spray the halls, pull the alarms
Eleventh grade, pull up in stolen cars
Cinnamon Run at Peppertree Farms
I swear I seen Chris Partlow
Pardon, Gbenga Akinnagbe
For every Jack Harlow, it's a white boy who didn't make it and works in crypto and intellectual property
You can't copy me
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