Intro: (He got game)
You have a son named, "Jesus Shuttlesworth?"
Yes sir
Is your son considered the number 1 high school prospect in these United States of America?
Some rate him that high, some don't
1,2,3,6!
C'mon! HAHAHA!
Hook:
**VARIOUS SAMPLES AND SCRATCHES**
Verse 1:
Yea!
Prince Ea
UH! UH! Jesus Christ, how is he this nice?
Get em' off with the killer cross make em' leave his nikes!UH!
**VARIOUS SCRATCHES OCCUR**
**YES THEY DESERVE TO DIE AND I HOPE THEY BURN IN HELL!**
Jesus Christ, how is he this nice?
Get em' off with the killer cross make em' leave his nikes!
UH!
You are listening to a skinny black kid
Who is somewhere in the middle of Mac Miller and Mac 10
He ain't grow up privileged or pitching in packs, man
And he don't pack macs but he does pack fans
I am not that "RAP KAT" who be claimin' he a real nigga
Cause real niggas never claim that they are real niggas
I will mention, I'm kickin' these ill lyrics
To feel different, giving you chills like Pac was still livin'
Never ROCKED with Hilfiger, the CLOCK is still tickin'
All my people LOCKED in steel prisons
On the block ain't no Dr. Phil visits
So therapy is WEED and poppin' pills nigga
**LIFE'S A BITCH**
So is my mom at times
But you GOT to deal with her
I live with her but I keep my door locked
See, I'm working on this plan to try and make it to the top
She don't really understand the plan I got
She shakin' her head when she sees me sleepin' with a clock
BUT!
I was up LAAAAAATE
Workin' hard cause your son gonna be rich one DAAAAAAAY
Drafted to the league
I won't stop until I'm holding up a trophy with my team
Call me Jesus!
You have a son named, "Jesus Shuttlesworth?"
Yes sir
Is your son considered the number 1 high school prospect in these United States of America?
Some rate him that high, some don't
1,2,3,6!
C'mon! HAHAHA!
Hook:
**VARIOUS SAMPLES AND SCRATCHES**
Verse 1:
Yea!
Prince Ea
UH! UH! Jesus Christ, how is he this nice?
Get em' off with the killer cross make em' leave his nikes!UH!
**VARIOUS SCRATCHES OCCUR**
**YES THEY DESERVE TO DIE AND I HOPE THEY BURN IN HELL!**
Jesus Christ, how is he this nice?
Get em' off with the killer cross make em' leave his nikes!
UH!
You are listening to a skinny black kid
Who is somewhere in the middle of Mac Miller and Mac 10
He ain't grow up privileged or pitching in packs, man
And he don't pack macs but he does pack fans
I am not that "RAP KAT" who be claimin' he a real nigga
Cause real niggas never claim that they are real niggas
I will mention, I'm kickin' these ill lyrics
To feel different, giving you chills like Pac was still livin'
Never ROCKED with Hilfiger, the CLOCK is still tickin'
All my people LOCKED in steel prisons
On the block ain't no Dr. Phil visits
So therapy is WEED and poppin' pills nigga
**LIFE'S A BITCH**
So is my mom at times
But you GOT to deal with her
I live with her but I keep my door locked
See, I'm working on this plan to try and make it to the top
She don't really understand the plan I got
She shakin' her head when she sees me sleepin' with a clock
BUT!
I was up LAAAAAATE
Workin' hard cause your son gonna be rich one DAAAAAAAY
Drafted to the league
I won't stop until I'm holding up a trophy with my team
Call me Jesus!
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