Skooly - Thriller lyrics

Glad y'all got Glad to know what's going on you know What time is it It's my time Watch watch out Pop it this top cork Drop the top dog Take her top off Get my rocks off Good fellows, not soft They gonna pop off In the 9 with it, getting guap dog sh** can't stop dog sh** won't stop dog At the top dog, from the block y'll Say thy real n***as But they guap short You're a little n***a You're a hot dog From the top of the block looking down dog Used to come up on the block to hang round, you all n***as never gave me sh**, didn't make a sound dog n***as could never make me hits They stole my sound, dog From where the bottom was They gave me problems for it I'm a motherf**ing product of environment This is no motherf**ing question All them n***as bluffing That's the end of discussion f** that sh** you talking You ain't talkin bout no money I'm trying to get some money to give momma what she wanted Don't come in my session Man, I promise you not wanted I'm trying my best not to just f** up my opponent Lord, have mercy on them Lord, have mercy on them Lord, have mercy on them Lord Lord Lord Lord have mercy on them Lord Lord Lord Lord Lord Have mercy on them Lord Lord Lord Have mercy on them I won't show no mercy homie I been hurting too long This where I belong I've been broke too motherf**ing long, bro To do your a** a favor on a song, bro I ain't gonna tell your a** what I went through Okay, I come from the slums, come landrum arms Back and forth to Holly Ridge That's where daddy was Okay, jumped off the porch on Bankhead fore I was legal Cedar South, my brother Jimmy black and demo