Footprints from Boyhood Dream by Sir Jon Lee

This that, Thirty 89 sh*t

We going to mass today

We have to pray

These n****s is cap and aye

I have to say, since Pop passed away

Most of you rappers don’t deserve a track from me

I ain’t no kill, I’m a pacifist

Im the driver the shooter in the passenger

She laughing at me like Boy, you don’t the streets

But I can be your G thang you just make the beat

You under my protection now and I waved the fee

So if any body try you I am do em free

So don’t make her go dumb on on you

Dump on em watch you, make ya body go slump on em

This is gods plan, I'm in gods hand

Keep fucking with her you gonna meet gods wrath

And you h**s can't box at all

Ya arms to short she 20 ft tall

Who holds the world in her hands and let it cook

Who lit the sun and moon with just a look

She’ll cum again, its not if its when

And when she cums shell flood this b**** again

Her

Got me on my, ’98 Ma$e **** sh*t

Suit on n sh*t, shinnin’

Her

• Compton
• Hip-Hop
• Hip-Hop/Rap
• Los Angeles
• Rap
• West Coast
• bedroom
• dance
• electro
• electronica
• outsider music
• pop
• west coast hip-hop
• Compton