Count the differences
Theres so many of them
I write these sentences
Boy I got plenty of them
They aint gon give you shit
You gotta take it from em
They aint gonna listen man
So you gotta play it for em
That nigga losing it
Yall better pray for em
Cause while they pray on em
Yeah he just sitting there
With a bong
Blowing O’s in the stratosphere
They try to clear the air
Within the smokers lair
And now its going back and forth
Like a rocking chair
He got his jogging gear
Ready to run the city
Sat in the barbers chair
And came out looking spiffy
They try to understand
They try to pull em down
But he don’t go nowhere
He might deserve the crown
As he deserts the crowd
In search of his own agenda
And he sends the signals out
He uses both antennas
He tryna picture high
Too bad he still a tenor
He says I love you too
That’s just the pepperminter
The number one pretender
Until her walls he enters
A true Newark nigga running
With his Ivy Hillers
Amd then he blacks out
So he cannot remember
I hang up the phone
So shes calling me back
I just wanna hit it
So shes calling me black
No shes calling me man
But I don’t understand
Why should I move to japan
When the world’s in my hands
Yo I like it I palm it
Then change up my garments
I came outta nowhere
Like a gay from the closet
My fluids embalm it
You sick to your stomach
You wanna get pat find
Come walk to my summit
I don’t mean to sound cocky
But this is my summer
While she calling me daddy
he just calling me father
brother without no r
I tend not to bother
And to all of my enemies
You don’t wanna fend with me
You know what I giveth thee
A hundred like centipede
I rather not beg and plead
You don’t wanna war with me
You don’t wanna war with
T r u and e s t
So are you established man
My limit is Amsterdam
We gone nigga
He awakens in his room
breaks from the cocoon
in his hanes
but still the freshest fruit
within the loom
he turns the tv off
and plays the music loud
he some nerd nigga
cause he be seeing sounds
these niggas going so nuts
just to be with us
but they are light years behinds
my buzz
no toy story
all pride and glory
all Robert Horry
clutch is my performance
