Lyrics:
album out
I'd agree contact me to debate this I will
Make myself available i want to talk
About asses so much i want to know
What it is we're telling
shakes his head
Everyone laughs)
By the way
I don’t know the days of the week i
Just go to exactly when my appointment is
We’d just look at each other
years out here
A hundred years on this
Planet, bruh and we can have a
Utopia, we can love each other
But the rules gotta be fair
Khaled, and Drake
Khaled said, y'all know he don't like losin' (he don't)
How he get the number one album over Khaled (how?)
When he be out here tossin' other niggas'
after he got the
bill presented to him, through the accident that he'd had, his car....the damage bill was six hundred and sixty
six quid, sixty six p! No
whole, like, albums
You know what I'm sayin'?
You done turned hoodrats into some superstars, man
For real, hahahaha
When I was countin' down, these
and it's every other thing
I'm part of the choir, that's the motto that my brother sing
Cash is the right now, women are postgame
MoneyOverBitches dot
They
'boutta hit this muhfuckin' album
(Oh oh-Oh, yeah yeah yeah yeah, whoa)
Yeah-Yeah-Yeah-Yeah
I done seen a lot of things, yeah yeah
Nowadays, sit
mixtapes with features
Better than your album
Bounce Master with the Street Sweeper
For you heat seekers and them double
D cup ladies and IG divas
My mixtape
a missing uncle and another need a kidney flip
Face says I been stressed
I got a aunt getting her ass kicked by MS
Nigga, why am I here? For the look, for
Mr. Big Dreams no tolerance
Cut you at the house and haven't hollered since
Get bored quickly
He stay grown
So the p-a-tron had to get poured
Mr. Big Dreams no tolerance
Cut you at the house and haven't hollered since
Get bored quickly
He stay grown
So the p-a-tron had to get poured
things was kinda cool
But did you really think I'd go out like a fucking fool
Oh hell no, I kept my shit tight
Now the ski & cmt is sitting on something
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
smoking D
Every rap I ever made was about this town
I made 7 whole albums with no James Brown
And even though I love his music, I just can't stand
smoking D
Every rap I ever made was about this town
I made 7 whole albums with no James Brown
And even though I love his music, I just can't stand
homeboys put vogues on any car
With 6 by 9's smoking burners
Everybody got addicted to my dopefiend beat
Whole town fucked around and started smoking D
face photo
Get out of Kansas and visit some other states, Toto
Start following Drake's motto and stay so-so, yeah
I was rhyming on a track
Way back when
smoking D
Every rap I ever made was about this town
I made seven whole albums with no James Brown
And even though I love his music, I just can't stand
verses
I didn't write them I guessed them
Other rappers I bless them
I do not beat them I rest them
Take a look at my family damn
We look like the X-men
Oh
someone had told me before
Playing a short album or you on All Saints Day
Kind of My thing
Playing an album for you on All Saints Day
The Gateway's my
I'm lying there's not a album
Cause these verses like a scripture
But back to the topic told you I'd never unlock it
Your body lookin so chocolate that
[Royce Da 5'9"]
Yeah, yeah
Well it's the uhh, uhh, abbrevia-ated letter
Associated with meta-metapho-phores and cheddar cheddar
The C.O.D
room for failure
I hear it constantly
S-u-i-c-i-d-e
I question my priority
Always putting someone before me
Hardly enjoying
Other people's company
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