Lyrics:
my future's damned
Ain't gon' lie deep down in me
I just wanted to smoke my dad
I remember one day, he came by the shack boozed up as hell and grabbed
tortured by my own god damn father
Still I rose up and smiled
Dust my clothes off and move
Sing my pain out meanwhile
I'm so caught up in the past
back
I'mma give it to the feelings that I seem to lack
And If I say the wrong thing blame my Twitter got hacked (Okay)
Girl why you leave me on read
Was
Spaceship, this my new ride
Can’t tell when I zoom by (but I’m waving at you)
Hanging out the passenger side
No scrub, not a sideline (little baby
I'll beat your weak muffin
Decease you easily
I wanna tell you a story about when I was 8
Used to get beat and battered by the kid's that was in my
Man, I'm nervous, heck boy this is my first shot
I feel like I'm coming out of my shell and it feels to hot
And maybe this is why he was so scared
sound good?
Yeah, I know it sounds good I, I don't know why I'm asking that
Ai
Lets go,
Go, go, go, yeah uh
Lighters in the sky if you feel the vibe
One
a cab and drive her ass to the airport
Leave it under the flags, then go back to the lab, I wonder why I don't share more
First I gotta get famous
Hope y'all enjoyed
I certainly did
You see how the bars have come
They're never on par I won
That's why I'll be a star rap's son
So realize that we
why I have to live a life that’s so fantastically outside
of what one thinks of as reality
I had a song to sing
I said, “make music with me,"" he said
Alright y'all!
I want y'all to put your hands together
And to bring on a brother
that's bound to lay more dips in your hips
More gliiiiide in
i fire more arms than he ever did
that's why
I keep things in proper prospective
And every album point why'all niggas in the right direction
my shift?] and I'm with that
Baby brother here's an album I submitted in
Said sing my compilation till it's sold and sold out
And let the wax get cut
a rhyme
My album'll touch you like the death of Malcom
Comes in CDs, cassettes, internet, and volumes
I was raised by a certain column on my info
I know
head your new mixtape and your album, shit was wack
Ain't nobody spending hard earned money on that!
I remember when they said that I paid for my views.
featuring Big Punisher KRS One
[KRS One] Ha ha. Never fear. KRS!
Verse one: KRS One
I'd rather have a hundred thousand true heads by me
Than
straight trash
You hearin’ Tory singin’ and rappin’
You pay cash my album bought to drop, nigga
I'ma bout to pop, nigga
How I shoot guns and go platinum off
I can't learn their advice, I'm out of my depth
I can't sing to save my life, but I've always been dead
I don't understand how music works, I can
I can't learn their advice, I'm out of my depth
I can't sing to save my life, but I've always been dead
I don't understand how music works, I can
Oooh aaah...Album three y'all...
Oooh aaah...Blue
Oh i like what you do
Take the time out tonite,
Let me hear you say ahh
And we can take it
told y'all of the stages I can't agree wit
We showed y'all, promoted y'all on how to freak shit
But here's a little secret...
Uh uh we still number one,
on my heart?
You said you couldn't read me
That I was hard to understand
Here are all the answers
Written by my hand
Why'd you have to build a wall
Ting a ling hear the phat man sing
Running through you motherfuckers
Hear the dogs barking
Ferg ad lib trying to catch 8 rings
This my stage but
on point and you can't never lack
Tdot died by the store that shit had me like what the fuck
Cause a few days ago I went to that store to get something
I
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