Lyrics:
by me and the JACKETMAN (ha)
10 'o clock, hit my line, and he got a mission
Pick up the phone, said wassup, and he just said listen
Mother fucker was
getting hard but i ain't hit no stain in a while
Only thing to cure the pain is my daughter smile
Ion wanna see no fame just wanna see money piles
But i'm
That's why y'all been waitin' so long
For my next album it's been year long
So when it hits it'll be strong
No more waitin' it's been too long
8 Track
Steal your faith, take a puff, inhale my name
Smoke on it, shit, choke on it
Bitch nigga, I'mma make a hit nigga
Hot mother fucker down to the skit
contacted by an A and R
He sold me a dream and said that he would make me a star
Oh how naive I can be so let's see
Want to know why the album taking so long
Might just stomp on a opp
Call that boy album, he gon' drop
Huh, I ain't got time to stop
And this glock gon' turn his oversized T to a crop top
I'm glad
they swappin'
It's sloppy, it's slimy (slimy)
It's ratchet, it's grimey (ooh)
I'm sinnin', I'm winnin' (winnin')
I'm Dennis Rodman (Rodman)
Hit
shoulder... ? Aw, you're fulla shit, man... ah, listen, by the way, before I go on; did you get those white albums I sent ya with the pencil on the front... ?
and come on through
You know what fuckin happens
Every time I drop an album
And top the charts like I'm Malcolm
And how come a white man rapping
Is seen
stu
I locked myself inside this booth
Cut communication with a few
And by the time you hear this shit
I'm workin' album number 2
Like Babyface I get
solve 'em, there ain't no One who ain't got em
Be the best man you can be and treat your girl With precaution
If you're offended by this album then you're
my album was coconuts so they rewound it
I knew they was hypnoholics by how their voices sounded
I pull a silver can out of my trousers
Paid
girl crazy she fuck without sheets
Ice on my fingers ima turn up the heat
Lights off its horror night now it creepy
Three albums worth my evil cuisine
[Too $hort]
Album number 12
Short Dogg still in the house
I ain't going back into retirement
Life is
Anything is possible try hard
It ain't
what you see in the streets
Despite what you influenced by, the life of crime has many downs
A little bit of ups, and everything you do got
the thorough?
BK forever representin' my borough
Push fly whips, quick to stack my chips
Too easy for you to understand my hits
When the album drops every
just P-IE
Nah nigga can't sleep on me
Sleep with a knife by your bed
So convinced she got a gun to her head
Only relief is when she's taking the meds
account done ate a moose, uH
WHy the car ain't got a roof, uH
Crib still ain't got a boost, uH
Black Hippy witH tHe caps lock, wHen my album came
Best
Beats being me
Rich by 24 now bests being me
Nigga I was just broke now
"When my Album drop bitches gone by it for the picture
And niggas gone buy it
I'll show you the cure
I'm gonna take away the questions
Yeah, I'm gonna make you sure, yeah
A hit man for the order
When you couldn't go to school
I'll show you the cure
I'm gonna take away the questions
Yeah, I'm gonna make you sure, yeah
A hit man for the order
When you couldn't go to school
in hopes to make his album blow
It's more about the money
And less about the truth
The devil does a great job misleading the youth
Niggas is serving
it in your brain as if it was you
Mentally fucked up and this is your cure
Pain relief, this is for the poor
The hungry and the rurals the drug dealers
you before
Or put you on hospice.
You guys are obnoxious
cnd have to be jobless
Your hopless to cure
I can't take it no more
I wish I could finally
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