Lyrics:
science
That mean I'm higher than higher learnin', look in my eyes
That's where the fire's burnin'
Try to deny a music messiah's returnin'
You die
plain
Old black extensions
Just a T-shirt about carbon
"I always thought that by the time
I put out a third album, i would want
To come back to natural
bottles of Ciroc
And bowls of red grapes members of
Meek's entourage
Old friends who he now semi-employs
For a variety of unspecific tasks
Drift in and out
signed ta Diplomat yesterday
What's really good
I mean, I mean the album is done I mean
You know you on the next joint you on my album
I mean what's
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
talk of mental
Illness on the album at one
Point in the track "Sunday, " you and
Frank Ocean rap in unison
"What good is West Coast weather if you're
on this album I just signed ta Diplomat yesterday
What's really good
(I mean, I mean the album is done I mean
You know you on the next joint you on my
show you where this dirty shotgun goes
Mad like six green mean joe's
If i'm a little crazy i think it already shows
Because i talk about anything that
tell?
Whole team turning 30 like that album by Adele
Its 90Sitcom like fresh prince or saved by the bell
Them streams don't count if you just playing em
a gun it's old P, new P
Prob'ly layin' in the sun
Prob'ly on a PI, if I call you king
I ain't talkin' 'bout rap, nigga
That status go to BI
You can fuck
will do it by whatever means necessary
Detroit red flow
East coast, west coast
Used to leave MoCo to hit Ledroit with Bo
I dated women with poppin'
and
I'm still on the grind
When you ain't in my clique
It's hard to shine
I mean talent like this is so hard to find
G-Unit!
I don't dream now that I'm
the club
We throwed them hunnids not no ones
Throwing them hunnids we fuck them
Whole by the firm
Step in the club
Pocket full of hundred, no ones
Choppa
don't mean to be a wiseguy officer
The honest truth, what really happened is
I just came from a plane from Dominican Republic
By the time I got
don't mean to be a wiseguy officer
The honest truth, what really happened is
I just came from a plane from Dominican Republic
By the time I got
(Yah-Yah)
Chain reaction
I lock on my energy to enemies
Dagger cut through anything
I'm aimin' like it's huntin' season
(Bah) red eye on that choppa
That shit
things, I'll aspire to do many things
And by many things, I mean everything, do anything, beat burying, flows varying
I'm an animal, cannibal, eat the beat
the spiritual laws?
And does anything they feel just because
There's always someone there who'll applaud?
Come on baby light my fire
Everything you drop is
means to me, it cost me everything. It costs me my home. As a teenager, it fractured my most important relationships. It nearly killed me more than once,
It's not usual, the game be, all up on some South shit
Straight west coasting, you can tell by my outfit
Red 'nati fitted, "Blood in, Blood out"
of more interest
To the religious than anything sustaining
So long as the lies and deceit can be entertaining
So degrading, raping the whole meaning
It was
was sitting in the car
On album drop night
When I saw some people
Waving at me at a red light
I'm down to earth
That means I've gotta be resourceful
So
Everybody, everybody
Everybody
Everybody sit your bitch ass down and
Listen to this true mothafuckin' story told by Kendrick Lamar on Rosecrans,
with this sheer gift, and so I'm here to share it
I swear it, fuck money, so go ahead and copy this album
Don't sell it, give it your friends for free,
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