TwAn J - One. 9. Eight. 7.

I be that nigga that be calling bitches freaks
And not a groupie
Niggas always rolling or they shooting
Like a movie
Know who made my hoodie
I aynt really in to gucci
Got some Nike slides
But on tha top its saying Stussy
Rappers out here cappin
Now they fit it like a coufe
Other niggas fuckin over
Homies for some coochie
Back when I got jumped
I thanked tha Lord they didn't shoot me
Seen some of them niggas since that day
And they salute me
Don't be with a clique
I'm out here posted feelin groovy
Smoking on palmas
Til I'm feelin woozy
Came up on tha dungeon
But i got respect for wu-tang
I be out here repping for tha A
Like it's a new thang
You can't be my girl but
I'm gon fuck u like my boo thang
I won't say it's big but
I do know that fucka do hang
Kicking it in mids but dey some airs
I feel like Liu Kang
Every time I meet a freak
She say I sound like 2 Chainz
I been holding back
And now I think they think I'm too tame
I can't see nobody
Man I think i need some new frames
Sipping with no chaser
Just the way my niggas do thangs
Came home drunk
On 85 in two lanes
Shawty followed me back to tha crib
And she got juicy
Asking me for hennessy
Or percacets and Dusse
I don't fuck wit none of that
But I do fuck wit Dusei
Thats my DJ pahtnuh
But you'd know that if you knew me
They been calling me Fah Shikadoh
It's not a new name
I'm gon shake this bitch up
Like some cheeks inside tha blue flame
Shout my nigga Vincent
Homie got a stupid shoe game
City In the Woods been on the come up
Now its due mane
Soufside, college park
Official as a whistle
Or official as the ref thats at the meet
That got a pistol
Had a freak so fine she should've
Changed her name to crystal
Or China
I miss her
Can't find her
Or just miss dat vagina
I'd know her from behind her
I tried to never mind her
That cat a champion
But as a brand it'd be designer
I'm baking while I'm cookin up
I might just set a timer
Got too high forgot
I was supposed to set reminders
The bud ain't sticky nigga
Til u need to use a grinder
If I eat it and she moanin
I call it dine and whiner
Thinking bout that wetness
So I guess I sit and ponder
Came up round some country folk
Who still say over yonder
I was there when all them niggas
Stole somebody Honda
And jumped up out that bitch
And left the police
Out to wander
I done learned
The shut you miss the most
Is what u squandered
I low key miss the west
But I don't mean the son of Donda
Came a long way from motel 6's and Ramadas
Stacking old chips
We piling up Estradas
I want the chimichangas, tamales
And empanadas
If I cannot have it all
Don't think I'm coming back with nada
Back in 1987,I gotta thank my mom
We aynt always been good
But we healing over time
Read her my first poem
My very first rhyme
I been had to watch my sister
Since 1989
I said 1987,I gotta thank my pops
I said I wanna rap and he aunt never tell me stop
Read him my first rap
He was on my first drop
And you know I got them three
The day I reach the fuckin top
Twan J
One, nine
Eight, seven

Written by:
Antwan Jennings

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