JonathanTaylorThomas

Young Jonathan Taylor Thomas, ridin' in a Hummer

See, bitches like Joe they see me they start to stutter

I'm sittin' on butter. I'm smokin' til the Sun up

And then I roll another and let it burn like Usher

Jenny from the block looking bitch just stop

You thinkin that you hard but you just a fuckin bop

You'll never get respect, they'll never cut the check

Bitch, don't hold your breath less you wanna meet death

I got a new blade, I'm tryna break it in

I'm hopin' that you come up with some shit so we can get it

See Bones, let em' have it

I'm creepin through the alley

I hit the blunt once, and fly away like Lenny Kravitz

See, I ain't even rappin'

See, flowin's just a habit

I hope you know what happens if you try to bring me static

I'm cuttin' off the lights, you runnin' for your life

But really you just runnin' til you run into my knife

Dark cold forest, precipitation pourin'

See just because you die, doesn't mean that you're important

Nobody gon' miss ya, I promise give it time

The memory of you will slowly fade up in they mind

Your room gets changed, your clothes put away

There's nothing like you left it and it hurts to even breathe

The smile on your parents just to think it's their intentions

They're sayin' that you'll make it, but they know you'll never make it

I'm rollin' fast, I'm smokin' slow

I'm gettin' cash, I'm blowin' smoke