The Season
Lyrics
Born in the ghetto, Young white boy
Not a dolla dolla bill but a
Momma that'll work for it
Hard boy with a soft side
Seen a little bocka bocka (bang bang)
Life on the southside
My views have changed from where I came from
When you seen a man die
Right under the same sun
I ain't a G, I ain't ride or die
But I will knock a mother
Fucker out if he try
So eat off me, I'm running a crew
I ain't hard but I'm willing to
Bet I'm harder than you
Some of the best people that
I've met in life
Push weight and come home at
Night to kiss their wife, yeah
Ain't it funny how the world can go?
Haters last year be at the
Front row of the shows
I've seen time fly, slowly
I've let people forget what they owe me
I ain't saying that I'm OG but
I bet you know me
I'm the dude people know closely
Mr wan, Obi done-Kahobi, Prof's on the mic
If there's better, just show me
Run along now boy
Start thieving (AA-OOH) it's season
Run along now boy
Start thieving (AA-OOH) it's season
Run along now boy
Start thieving (AA-OOH) it's season
Run along now boy
Start thieving (AA-OOH) it's season
I ain't fucking round no more
This is my life
Fuck nice, I've already tried being polite
So I'm a grab a whip, grab a gun
Grab a knife and I'm a roll around 'n
Stick up everything in sight
Everybody throw your hands in the sky
If you're ready to rob then
I'm ready to ride
Everybody throw your hands in the sky
If you're ready to rob then
I'm ready to ride
Everybody throw your hands in the sky
If you're ready to rob then
I'm ready to ride
Everybody throw your hands in the sky
If you're ready to rob then
I'm ready to ride
My whole life is quite right here
If I don't blow I know
I'll be nice right here
But what eats me a live to see these MC flies
Suck dick and get a piece of the pie, like
I got envy for one reason
For me to show these MCs it's the season
When you dap me up I see nothing but fear
Like every MC I've leap-frogged
My whole career so it's young Prof with a
Rifle and a notebook, cold crook
Stick 'em up, I got 'em so shook
They need a rapper that's as
Different from 'em all
I think it's time I come
Around and answer their call
Run along now boy
Start thieving (AA-OOH) it's season
Run along now boy
Start thieving (AA-OOH) it's season
Run along now boy
Start thieving (AA-OOH) it's season
Run along now boy
Start thieving (AA-OOH) it's season
Keep my eyes open, I was born to wake up
It's a new day like Good morning, Jacob
Good morning sunshine
People blind to the fact I'm
More than one side
People try so hard to understand me
I'd like to tell 'em, bitch please don't
Cause I'm a different man every single day
And I will say all the
Stuff that they probably won't
I've made up my mind
I'm ready to break laws
I'm ready to sacrifice, ready to take off
I'm ready to blow away anybody trying to get
Between me and mine ya feel me?
Run along now boy
Start thieving (AA-OOH) it's season
Run along now boy
Start thieving (AA-OOH) it's season
Run along now boy
Start thieving (AA-OOH) it's season
Run along now boy
Start thieving (AA-OOH) it's season
Writer(s): JACOB LUKAS ANDERSON
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
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