[Part I: "FROGS"]
[Intro: SouljaDatAP]
Yeah
What?
Thinking 'bout you—
—Now
Spending all my time
Just thinking 'bout you—
—Now
Thinking 'bout you
Spending all my time
Just thinking 'bout you now
[Verse 1: SouljaDatAP]
Picky, picky, terrorize them, oh, Lord
Hippy, petitions to get me on pause
What a sunny day, I pull up and you pay
Ali with a hydration, dead on 50 different occasions
So don't get it twisted, the fuck you missing?
Red like sirens, choked, it's just silence
And fuck them 2015 niggas, I'm talkin' 'bout white
You turned off the cable and lights
I'm lookin' for an ear like Tyson
But that's bullshit
"Guilty", where the proof is?
R.I.P. Keith Scott, sent deuces
Dog-eat-dog world, it's just too worse
Pull up on the block, boy, you getting cursеd
All y'all vices torture some black mеn
Kill 'em in the streets, wrong religion, don't preach
Better have bulletproof doors, or you will get grief
Feds aren't cute, bitch, we bleed
[Verse 2: SuperABoi]
La, la, la
Kids singing
Bitch, "Pow, pow, pow"
You can't beat my ass, or do the drugs on me
Indian movies, Ghandi won't dream
You talk about liars and tigers, wild life
Or we get piled and tried, what we have come?
Achievement, my only position was faking
Now it's alright, we livin' life
[Outro: Big Votie]
America got assassinated by the temperature
You only got three K's, those problems that we face
We come around digital pistols
Rich kids love music and useless guns
I refuse to listen to the Cupid, drunk
And God told you this, "Don't lie to other people"
Some people got roots, some people got evils, woah
[Part II: "IN MY POCKETS"]
[Intro: Simon Blues]
It's Simon
In my pockets
(In my pockets)
In my pockets
In my pockets, okay
[Chorus: Simon Blues]
In my pockets, I got profit
That Versace, I'm gon' cop it
You can't pop this
Pick your topics, righteous
Reckless Simon, you gon' love this
And when we droppin', stoppin' at the red light
Never give up, never give up, bro
[Verse 1: Simon Blues]
Mickey Mouse on your left side
Donald Duck on your right side
Ghost machine, we only baptize
Young goose with a flow
Rain calls sweet, dry
Lullaby for you ghetto monsters
Simon is super honest
Ring-ring, got a call from dolphins
I'm morphin' into a dog, loggin' in
[Verse 2: Clik Roze]
Triple X, triple six
Don't want y'all dumb-ass cops on my dick
Where my dogs at? Where my Glocks at?
.45 with the top red, son, call 'em meds
Wanna cook in the studio, but can't stir (Hehe)
Wolf angry with the black fur
Wanted to be marriage
But I just bought some carats
Ace Vent' like Carrey
Don't call me the Big V
It's Clik Roze (Pow!)
That's what the kids want, right?
Yo' shit is racist, your mind is basic
Although I fuck with you, I'm checkin' all these cases
Bought a paycheck, 15 dollars on it
Feel it in my blood, heartbeat callin'
"Douchebag, nigga, dumb-dumb, loser, geek"
That's what they called me back then
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