Lyrics:
greatness (Uh-huh)
My man Hell Rell's in the building, BX borough. (Uh-huh)
J.R. Writer's here, you know he's the Writer Of Writers
Right now, I don't know
time, stop wasting mine, mine
Don't stand their crying, crying
Just make up your mind
Time, time, stop wasting mine, mine
Don't stand their
your mind is your own enemy
You need to look inside to see that
They
Could never stop me making it real one day
Like They? No
Could never stop me now
got bodied by a Love & Hip-Hop bitch
Don't ever in your fuckin' life play with me
That's on the set!
You tried it on the Rae Sremmurd record
You
on a straight-forward course
And if you don't join the jungle, you should feel remorse (yeah)
Ah yeah, yes yes y'all and you don't stop
You keep on to the break of dawn
and you askin why I run from one time
I don't even get justice,
nigga sometimes, no times, oh I'm bout to lose my mind
reality's fucked up, like a hard
times
And you askin why I run from one time
I don't even get justice,
Nigga sometimes, no times, oh I'm bout to lose my mind
Reality's fucked up,
a trilogy
So you and me, let's mix all this synergy
Adolescence, feeling life and learning lessons
So can you please just show your face
I swear to good just
it, jingle and swing
Here comes the just have fun that we bring
Don't debate, no, don't debate
Don't make me wait
Just grab your roller skates
Have
on pushing through
Don't let em' tell you what you can Do
Make them drop
Dead if you want to get to the top
If you want them to stop
Tell em' "take your very
Here you come again with your playboy lines
You don't stop
The party start jumping five hours ago
The mix don't stop till it's way past four
P.U.R.E
A lot up on my mind/ lot up on my plate/ out hear on the grind/ how can I get paid/ you can’t Willy Lynch my mind/ I am not a slave/
Still a knucle up
I don't need pistol
But I'm launching Missiles
I don't care what you been told
You been fold
Yhe opposite
Don't obey to conglomerate
I
Jamaican
(Bloodclaat)
Got 4-5K for my agent, OT trips, man
This shit gets drainin' (Grr)
You ain't seen a hundred, don't at man
(Don't at man)
Send gunshots,
treated me like true royalty
These things I write
I write them because I miss you
And not a day goes by where I don't pray I'm with you
And still sometimes
the bedroom, you stand there
Sexy as ever then let down your hair
You can't wait, the pressure builds up to shocks
You're about to be loved by the man Freddie
gonna be king
Step on the scene I no dey hear pim
Fuck wit the gang you'll pay with your skin
Work of the Spirit I shine like a beam
E shock me too e do
Like if Rafiki tripped over a rock stop
Talkin that shit if you don't
Want the chop shop
Ax in your head it look like a shock top
Brains leak outta your
an Adderall baby & u could take it when u see me
We'll be up all night I don't stop off a percocet
Throw some Molly in the mix and now we workin up a sweat
Girl
Times 2
Dont let no one out here
Stop your Revenue
Do what you do
Times 2
Dont let no one out here
Stop your Revenue
Jump up in the mix
I'm on now
Talk my
don't ever stop
So we gon ride this wave
ECB TO THE TOP
Keep your mind on your business
Just let me handle what I gotta do and
keep your distance they
don't ever stop
So we gon ride this wave
ECB TO THE TOP
Keep your mind on your business
Just let me handle what I gotta do and
keep your distance they
don't ever stop
So we gon ride this wave
ECB TO THE TOP
Keep your mind on your business
Just let me handle what I gotta do and
keep your distance they
don't ever stop
So we gon ride this wave
ECB TO THE TOP
Keep your mind on your business
Just let me handle what I gotta do and
keep your distance they
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