[Lyric] 2001 (Jon Spirt)

Super man got his powers
Bro keep an S on his side every hour
Chop pounds Till the sundown hit a tower
Gun sounds make you crouch down by the flowers

Im in lockdown going crazy
Silly little thing, I'm a king, take your lady
I feel like im dark Chris Brown going brazy
Cook you like a roast with a boat full of gravy

Kick my feet up on a futon
Rather have a whirl with the girls with the 2 moms
Better take it back paralegal in my phone call
Ima call her sis cuz the bish in my damn squad

Fuck its getting hot in my house
Putting on my grill so there's ice in my mouth
Try me on the court ima throw you outa bounds
We the muhfucking north little nigga I'm the south

Take me back to 2001 maybe then i won't remembеr
Rubber bands for guns, running around at lunch in my ugly sketchers
Smoking weed a bunch, don't that sound likе fun, I been feeling better
Lets take in the sun, roll another one, love this lovely weather
I'm a sad little asshole
I don't like to speak I only worry about my cashflow
Park lane chilling, take 200 when I pass go
Damn look at my baby looking sexy every angle
Head down to her ankle
Damn I want a piece baby can you give me a sample
Study up your culture, if you're human this is anthro
I be on some shit that's why I'm riding with my pants low
Socks inside the sandals

I see every outcome
Like doctor strange in end game and then some
Mike Tyson Hook you end it in round one
Might leave you there dead to rot in the sun

Questionable actions
Deadpool Grenade refraction
Im not one for the capping no
Im the one taking action
When im done start relaxing