LeAndre Thomas

By JID

On Route of Evil

Released on June 25, 2012

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[Intro]

This is beautiful

What is that, velvet?


[Verse 1]

Pardon me, but this shit might come out a little retarded

But I have to put my heart in it, give the orderlies orders

Here's an organ

According to the war these niggas started, I have to go abortion

Killing niggas and broads like, Tam, Tammy, and even little Toya

Put a baby crib in front of my Ford Taurus and fucking floor it

Might as well cause these bitches is dumb as hell

Having a baby with males and raising them by themselves

These niggas is all in jail, the streets are on some tweet shit

Kicking up they feeds, kids got nothing to eat shit

These bitches is on some street shit and I ain’t cheat bitch

But if you think I'm tricking then Ctrl, Alt, Delete bitch

Get up off the seat, snap, snap

Cause you gotta show me something other than pretty face and features

And it would be cool to say I drop bars for features

But nah, I been kicking dope shit since a fetus

Nah, I don't need your rap bars on my remix

Turn Soulja Boy tell ’em into Soulja Boy teethless

Ask about the kid, J.I.D, older boys preaching

Teaching the opposite of squealing


[Break]

East Atlanta breath

And my breath is never stink

I just smoked a blunt, high as hell


[Verse 2]

And If every you was to act foolish

One call, that's all, nigga, can't nuke it

I ain't saying I'm goonin, but I been through it

And them two, plus you, equals three stooges

You got the mind, nigga use it

Got two strikes, finna be your third time losing

You fucking stupid, I'm cooling

Blowing some earth, wind, and fire

I use my Bic to ignite it

Where I'm from niggas glorify the rims and the tires and then recycle the swag along with cans and bags

Everybody goes green if not that, then beans or Xans, codeine, lean

Some doing the Charle Sheen

And the boys come and take them away like Charline from Anthony Hamilton

Scrambling for Benjamins and everything equivalent

Sending M&Ms and chilling with women friends who's friend’s friend resemble them

Hundred grand, all tens


[Outro]

You already know what it is

Oh these boys got us too flexed up