a long time [Outro] So I really hope you like the song I wrote So you could tell everybody you know That this songs' dedicated to you And Imma write you a
gettin' sucked by a bitch named Helen Nasty bitches, around the world, I wrote this rhyme for you You might not like my rap, but I'm tellin' you bitch
a family tradition So don't ask me Hank, why do you drink? Hank, why do you roll smoke? Why must you live out The songs that you wrote? If I'm down
has not been said before Then you already know what this song's all about You already know what this song's all about CHORUS I think it's time I wrote a song
, you gon' see me, man, come on Rock, rock and you don't Freak, freak and you don't To the beat and you don't It's unique and you don't You think I will
life Yeah you're mr. tough and, you're full of stuff and And freddie foxxx caught you bluffin I got you in my torture chamber and you scream Oh God damn
dub style See you later alligator, after a while crocodile Now a new day dawned, lets get things started Hit the bong, wrote a song, took a piss and
war, stand out like cold sores You claim that you hard but you whole core George Bush and CIA, you movin' old or I Wright like Richard for publishing while you
bless a song Next level incredible, metal meldin' Flexibility and my engine is never failin' Things you can do, some can't be done Things you can do, some can't be done Things you
dyin', yes, you me myself and I indeed What he need is a nosebleed read between the lines Then you see the lie politically planned But understand that's all she wrote
keeping me strong I dedicate, this motherfucker to you I'm in a zone fighting tears through the night, that's why I wrote you this song I dedicate, this motherfucker to you [Trae:] A
provokes war, stand out like cold sores You claim that you hard but you wholecore George Bush and CIA, you movin old or I Wright like Richard for publishing while you
's a family tradition Don't ask me Hank why do you drink? (Hank) why do you roll smoke? Why must you live out the songs that you wrote? If I'm down in
Busta Rhymes repeats, "Oh my god!") Rock, Rock and you don't Freak, Freak and you don't To the Beat and you don't Its unique and you don't You think I
same ol' ways That kept us dyin' Yes, you me myself and I'ndeed What he need is a nosebleed Read between the lines Then you see the lie Politically
