Lyrics:
It's cold outside, as I tie up my shoe
Bout to hop in the whip, getting ready to move
The sky was blue, but its turning dark
A new time of the night
on my mind, and I gotta ask, where's the album, man?
Where is it? Because I'm getting sick and tired of your shit
Where's your album, man?
Where's your
perfect but far from worthless though you feel my soul
Ignorant mindset had me boxed in but see I have grown
Into a king so supreme, I ain't talking
And when I see you I'ma take what I want
So, you tried to front, hope ya (got yo'self a gun)
You ain't real, hope ya (got yo'self a gun)
My, first album
[Verse 1]
My, first album had no famous guest appearances
The outcome: I'm crowned the best lyricist
Many years on this professional level
Why would
it up
I'm back to numb
The past is strung
In every single fuckin rap I've sung
I've had enough
Got my heart broken by a bitch
I wrote an album about it
venomous with my sting
I'm on top like ima king
I stay fly, I ain't talking bout' no wings
Any obstacle I battle in the ring
The Black Mamba venomous with my
women on my genetalia
Philla Warrior wit' Heat
Andre Iguodala
Bath like freshwaters of Lake Minnetonka, say
Alchemy the colorway
I'm King Midas
Kick
round hitting my bong
Drive down the street and you playing my song
Rap is music, it ain't ever wrong
I'm boutta bust, just like King Kong
Say I only got
When I was a boy about the age of ten
Got some old records by the blues men
Found a big connection to my lonely life
I couldn't wait to learn some
Piece by piece, this puzzle comes together
Sever your ties with the bad guys, let the lies go
If you wanna be a hoe, go 'head and don't be scared
Piece by piece, this puzzle comes together
Sever your ties with the bad guys, let the lies go
If you wanna be a hoe, go 'head and don't be scared
and sweat from my balls
If I drop anotha album I did dat for my dogs
10 Maybachs everybody ridin' big
I just sit back like, look what I did
Den I bow my
Half a year later, still ain't heard an album greater
The natives want me out of the office, back on the pavement
Jokers at the top know the king
I just bagged a half a brick by eye
Now I'm just twiddling my thumbs
Jakes try question me about a headshot bro
I was sitting in the sun
I was
pretty low
But them niggas ishomos like the maxwell video
I got 2 albums and 2 cars
Now bitches on my dick cause of chico debarge
Thugged out's 1st lady
talking, ya know,
trying to sell my records to distributors
And they wouldn't take it because, you know
Some fat white kid figured it'd be funny
said shit would be simple, get rich and stay out the trenches, Lincoln Continental
Remember back to get by applyin' fundamental
In these streets you
album that shit is depressin', woah
Boy, I do this shit by my solo
I just left the thrift with some polo
Bitch I'm feeling fly like dodo
Bring that
and tongue of Malcolm
Tellin' my publicist, fuck this government
Go 'head and make my album, this is the judgment
Vacate the island, billions will start
This kings among kings shit
Not too many come from that
The judge threw the book at me
I read that shit from front to back
Chapters that my life had took
putting my ex in a song even though the last one went triple platinum
I'd rather put that energy into what's worth having
Like how I got a platinum album
The Burial Song (repeated)
-From Heaven, Our Gracious King-?
Though some of us have been poisoned
Many of us have been blessed
And through
My wrist gon be so froze that's it's goin numb
While I'm going dumb
Every album I want to be number one
Is that selfish, Might be
But I'm talking bout
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