Ya'acob Freestyle ft. DJ iLL808 Lyrics

Nah nah nah, Hold up, hol' up

What you know bout Ya'acob

We been workin' so long, it's time to drop the load

Wait till they fold, they hands up

We couldn't stop the show

How you gon' set the captives free, but you be droppin' soap

I ain't here to judge your sin

Only God would know

Temper short but for the green it's like a pot of gold

Cherokee Freedman in my blood

Of course I know Geronimo

Since 1921 My city burnin', ain't nowhere to go

White girl in his head, she playin' games

It's just an X & O, oh

That's why I let my exes go

Signing checks and lookin' back on nothin', that's the way to go

Tired of throwin' alleys off the glass, this one a finger roll

Beneficial roll, it's lookin' crazy like they need me though

yea, they hopin' that the price is low

YAHUAH ain't greedy, He my DD, we in Illinois

You ain't no provider, you a liar, touchin' lil' boys

Pistol in his lap, he always laughin', but he lackin' joy

And he had a chance to throw the pig, he look like Colt McCoy

Who the real McCoy? You filled with soy, can hear it in your voice

Shorty started singin' on the spot, she thinkin' it's the voice

Back when it was rough and we ain't have a choice

How you wasn't nervous with the bleakie, but the burner moist

Shorty started twerkin', it's amazing, she could hit the floor

Had to keep my eyes up to the ceiling less I needed more

And she's Spanish, you know how she dancin', they say por favor

I knew I had Wendy in the bag when we went four for four

Guess she had a man, but deep inside I was her mi amor

Heart as hard as stone, he brought the pole, but he don't even vote

Gotta keep it close, cause it's a trip, how they be feein' souls

Shorty in my face, she tryin' to talk, but ain't Anita Jones

I was readin' Matthew in the trap, but this ain't home alone

People have a way of coming back when they think you on

Shorty in my face, she tryin' to talk, but ain't Anita Jones

I was reading Matthew in the trap, but this ain't home alone

C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon

People have a way of coming back when they think you on

C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon

C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon