Lyrics:
My name is Reginald Lafayette Bullock (Thomas/Mack). Son of cnnie Marie Bullock-Pompey and son of a father whom I've never met, cllen Mack. On my
Chyeah, Renegades is back, Em the beat is sick
It's Young, Freeway, Eight miles
Let's go
Eight miles and runnin', got my seventh album droppin'
to comatose, so dope, you overdose
Get back, you overclose, oh no
Whole hood loved son and then I blessed 'em with that Polo
Niggas was making music and then
and replied, "Why yes
But I prefer the term African American Express"
Brains, power, and muscle, like Dame, Puffy, and Russell
Your boy back on his hustle,
and
To say you're right, you can
Hope for a better life
You can do it differently
Miss Shakur did not go on a rampage
About the people who shot her son
I'm
was originally
Scheduled to be released last
Year, but it was pushed back
By Meek's label, Atlantic
After he was sentenced to
Six months in prison
(He
gonna make you play the piano like Leon Russell
Like Liberace, like St. John the Apostle
I'll play every number that I can play
I'll see you maybe
Deal aus
Um "Danke" zu sagen für alles, was mich freut
Schenk ich diesen Track, so
Lang wie ein Album, nun euch
Ich schrieb hundert
Zweihundert,
a personal
Exile, but exile to come back and
Deliver my magnum opus of
A work, and to be outshined…to
Be beat by a girl, basically
This was necessary i think
sucking lips, whyn't you let the late, great veteran live
(I, will, not, lose)
"God's son" across the belly, I prove you lost already
The king is back
the type to lose, ain't talkin' by keyboard, I need to go back outer space
Spend a thousand on Balenci' Track Runners, watch how I walk in this bitch
See
tough as leather
I seem to ruffle feathers
A young man's game
These teens'll trust whoever
So pray for your Future son like
A baby that Russell treasure
It's that time of year again
Y'all gon' be like, "Why this nigga startin' off like that?"
Disrespectful
Rap Up 2019
(Great John on the beat, by
Rest in peace to Nipsey that’s why I’m always tryna hustle
Tryna make a brand to make them bills and that be word to Russell
If they looking down,
Welcome to the 2017 BET Hip-Hop Awards Cypher
I go by the name of 6LACK and
I came with Little Simz, Mysonne
Axel Leon and the homie Tee Grizzley
Yo,
the president's daughter back
So he goes in stealthy and not too flashy
Cuz Ah Shit he's got to protect Ashley
Like Mario when he's fighting Bowser
Leon's having
Catalyst by New Found Glory
Kings of Leon Only by the Night
Aha Shake Heartbreak
Nirvana Nevermind to make my heart ache
Tom Petty and The Heartbreakers
Hot
what?
Dj lord gimme that cut
Bring that beat back
That's whats up
Feedback from truly
Freedblacks
Gotta think outta this
Box of hard knocks
like losing
I'm so sick and tired of always feeling useless (Yeah)
"Whoa, chill a bit, Leon's such a fucking dick
Had his heart broken, now he's
to introduce my
(My album, my album, my album, my album, my album, my album, my album)
Hope
What's my definition of success? (Of success)
Listening to what
[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
I was drivin' an Accord cart, nominated at awards
Back in the days drivin' an Accord
Run-uhhn-uuhhn-uhhn, nominated at awards
Bring that beat back
That's what's up
[verse 2]
Feedback from truly
Freedblacks
Gotta think outta this
Box of hard knocks
Lined em up at fort knox
To die
like I'm on my way now
Just meet me up
By the dock sun (Dachshund)
Me and my dog move state to state
Son trust (Suntrust) we was makin' bank
Had to treat
to the pen you go right to the jenz
When you put back to the streets you get right back in
Imagine Russell still struggling
No Def Jam it's another nigga
Discuss these by sons back album leon russell Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In