Matthew, do you want to talk
No, thank you
Rest In Peace Easy mothaf*ckin' E
Yeah, sitting sideways on the sidewalk
Leaning with my eyes closed with my mind in park
Might seem crazed with the way that I talk
But if you walk with me, I'll show you how I art
Lord have mercy on my soul
Move, bitch
Get out my way, and I'm not Ludacris
Yeah, your girl a jump because she love the dick
Eight inch long, trying to do good, but they say I'm wrong
Pops telling me, boy, live strong
Life is too short, so I do what I want
Football style, so I hit him with the taunt
Back to the 80s, so I hit him with the funk
I'm on my way to a meal
My style is something you have got to feel
But its a different story when I walk to Bloomfield
Put your hands on me and get your cap pealed
Because I'm from Jersey, born and raised up
And the whole league fears me like Lawrence Taylor
Yeah, sitting sideways on the sidewalk
Leaning with my eyes closed with my mind in park
Might seem crazed with the way that I talk
But if you walk with me, I'll show you how I art
So I do me, yeah, I do it alone
Belleville scene, I'm the heir to the throne
Go against me? You funny
You're better off jumping off a bridge masucka no bungee