The Dean's List - All Finished lyrics

rate me

I pledge allegiance to being real and stand in for whatever the fuck I wanna believe in.

What a pity for the streets, half of milly on the pretty, pretty bleak,

Shot to Rick, shot to mic and to gee,

But the black power means you need to say it for the weak.

Yeah, not just tell us what you eat, or what you wear,

Nigger, I don’t give a shit.

Man, what a pity for the streets, took a rookie to discover what you need.

All these federals are busy wearing Nicks,

But let them drag, yeah, I’m reaching for your seat.

What a pity for your bitch, to get her what her need and know that nigger rich.

That’s the problem with these hoes, and I don’t want the world, there’s a problem with the Globe.

Ever notice your remote, only thing you can control,

‘cause they wanna make you watch, they just trying take us all.

Damn, everybody wanna roll, but though nobody wanna try.

I seen you girl about to show, she trying to fuck me with her eyes,

While I see you through ear view, and Adam wasn’t me

Stupid kid, moving b fluence, speak a little French to it,

Wait,

Et tu vois comment je parle, ma démarche comme un roi et je donne un peu d’espoir,

Aider moi et mes frères, tout célèbre, ma mère,

So to hell with all these verses, it’s sixteen for purses,

For you and all your friends, girl, tell ‘em why I’m perfect,

Yeah, why I’m never fucking nervous, why I’m dancing with one hand it’s like I’m swirving,

Alexander Wayne and the chain looks urban.

Or were you the latest looking fly, I hope it’s working,

Yeah, I really hope this.

I get out, rap out, nigger, fucking with the short temper,

Authentic, all in, I’m running ‘till it’s all finished,

Yeah, clubs running ‘till it’s all finished.

I get out, rap out, nigger, fucking with the short temper,

Authentic, all in, I’m running ‘till it’s all finished,

Yeah, clubs running ‘till it’s all finished.