John Tyler - Assemble/Graces lyrics

[Interlude1:Chess Piece] Its that Chess Piece on the mic boi haha...J Money [Verse1:John Tyler] G shiz I mean it Black kids nerds read it To cool like Keenan Outside sun beaming Fix yourself I'm bringing hell Waverley place I'm casting spells On top All y'all can't stop me I'm like the young Bill Cosby I keep going I don't stop Like the working slaves that's growing crops k** everything in my path way like the white girls that like to shop We some bums if were playing black ops And were on recruit and I'm dying against bots I got shot But I'm still on a high level You couldn't even reach if you were the devil We a**emble [Verse2:John Tyler] I got that pistol lock in loaded They telling me to hold it Tell the DJ turn this up when them kids decide to smoke it Hold it but don't roll it I lied I don't smoke this Don't get mad when I get glad and then I'm gonna have to throw it k** em in slow motion Pretty sick I need some potion Pretty black I need some lotion Don't be hating when I'm on Conan And y'all still broke rolling Haters got me glowing Beat got me flowing Pain now y'all smoking Now moaning that's yo girl but for real im not joking My mind is reloading And I am just owning For real Go crazy like i pop a couple pills Cash k**s But I got no bills Clumsy boy so all I see is spills Bad stripper all she see's is dollar bills until I steal it Evil side is revealing Sneaky boy I k**ing I wish I had a million That's why I am robbing banks like Dylan Forget a mil I want a billion Let's restart the discussion I keep it bout 100 We do things like its nuffen All y'all stay bluffing Cause I see your nose running Turn this up and your speakers so all of us stay bumpin Booty touching I am hunting My flow is disgusting NBA I'm balling Now I am dunking Ice hockey I am falling Now I am rushing Don't be judging cause I got old people jumping Why turnt down when we turnt up Yo WordStar yo what's up All y'all some true snubs and to annoying like flying bugs Just another wanna be thug What's up what's up Up Yeah [Verse3:Chess Piece] I'm rolling through my neighborhood Shorty hollar at me so you know I'm looking hella good This is were I be This ain't no real husband's of Hollywood More like Hollyhood Hollywood couldn't change me Nor did it make me No new friends that's what my n***a drake taught me The struggle is real so you know my n***as bobbing Out here My n***as be out here What you know about being out here Boy This that chess piece on that mic Boy We walking out them corner stores with black bags Boy The struggle out here is real Boy So you know this is real life Boy If you ain't from here then you don't know about that life Boy Your girl on me like I'm her s** toy Boy She be giving me giraffe neck slow motion Boy No hands I'm throwing dollar signs in the air like it's Nothing Recent news story I'm legally blind I can't see Nothing Blind fury Hit a 10 hit combo Bryan fury The next B.I.G God let him peace never piece's My dogs Eating This that chess piece on that mic boy uh [Outro:John Tyler, Pikey] John Tyler Man yall geeking yall ain't trying fight. Come on Pikey lets gp Pikey Ard were we going John Tyler Wait hold on hold on who is that Pikey Oh that's Sally she's the new girl John Tyler JESUS CHRIST HER bu*t FAT ITS LIKE A MOON haha I'LL talk to her next week because she the new girl and all but whatever