Lyrics:
that new album, you know?
When you got it, is was like nothin else mattered
Mic Boyd: Oh yeah, yeah, I guess, you had to pay for that shit
Classified:
I'll take the paper instead
I'm in a place where I can walk away
Dedicate to making sure my songs get paid
And I ain't saying that I'ma do it today but
You people are pathetic what happened to the good old days?
When songs didn't have to be whiney
I blame coldplay
And I blame you
But rather than sit
to bro
cctually Slide that shit to me
I been switching up my calendar can't work from 10-3
I been followed by some crowds that got u running back for
but I'll add them to my album
If you fuck with it, then I like you
If you don't like this shit, you're a psycho
Let me explain why I'm rapping like this
another album
I ain't working on no lame shit
Genre clashing all the time
But I ain't ever lane switch
Some of you just play the role while
I've been
song
Let's appreciate it while it's on
For every soldier who got hit by a
Roadside bomb and lost an arm
If you got an arm put your fuckin'
Arm in the sky
on me
But every time I pop out, the Devil
He hide from me
I hear these rappers, it's the same song
It's just on different beats (True)
But I can't blame
yet, no pets, nor husbands
But All my song are my youngins
Bout to have my twelfth one
Im richer by the dozen
Rich in my lungs
Like Adele
Pictures with
a crazy trigger finger on me
That bitch shoot, shoot, shoot
Pulled up to they album release
Party, you heard "Do, do, do"
Niggas got a problem with me
But
tone, I would find home
And I'm someone everyone got they eyes on
See I was taught up in this trade you gotta learn the tricks
Not to go by the book but
freak out
My last album dropped to deep south
Why does no one like my shit? wow
Ya'll just tryna fuck with me now but the bad guy's back with a beat down
to you
Or tell the people how you just dropped a shitty album
I could've posted the link to that shit as the cover to this song and probably could still
Check it, I used to be the goofy man you hounded
The Special Ed kid at lunchtime the bitches wouldn't stand around with
I would jack off so much
hold my chin up on my soul
I was born a winner the same, shipping and billing
So you know I'ma deliver
As a kid I spit my favorite rap songs up in
the Mission who
Rose to expose your tarot
And stop the ball club kids on?stoner?
(How about a little fire scarecrow)
But brainiac dumb dumb, bust the duck
[LOC]
I'm Hip-hop by definition.
[DADDY X]
Punk rock runs through my veins.
[LOC]
I stepped on many stages.
[DADDY X]
Puffed on many strains.
[LOC]
and action and the glittering gold
Before the Caine spots, before the overdoses and aimed Glocks
Before my name popped, before the Navigator raindrops
it's a new me
Comeback kid like the movies, dawg, I'm Bruce Lee
She run this back like it's her favorite song, I ain't Toosii
Make this our spot,
for the
Flavor that I'm bringing you
Then slow down the tape and
Just savor my writtens
Recorded by myself and I pay for the mixing
Turn that shit up
show
And everybody want to be a G when they grown
Same song in my hood
As it is in yourz
They send real niggaz to the pen and score
Wars caused by
number one
Hotter than the Dickens son
But you need to get where the action is
If you wanna be a superstar, kid
So I, I packed my bags and caught a plane
It's 'bout that time
Woo, yeah, aha, aha, you know
Yeah, word up
Come on, lights, cameras, action it's on
Straight outta gate with another hot song
they make up
I can tell by the way they fix they face up
Don't be sleeping on me you better wake up
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