Lyrics:
shit was unexpected it caught me by surprise
I just started listening to him, yeah why did he die
I didn't try to feel connected with a rapper this time
who claim that they my mans for real
Y’all wanted an album y’all got it man
I apologize for the wait and for listen carefully never coming out
and I promise You wont make it through
Ah
Last album took me a while
Too bad it's not your style
Too bad I looked at your file
Getting me angry I've gone
invented the
Timeout, all y’all rapping like this? Free smoke free smoke
Wait I heard your album last week, was that a free joke, free joke
I don’t
Yeah you got a big check in advance
But they running up a debt on that ass
They promote it, when your album'll drop
But you owe em' when your album
Take a step back, I ain't makin no sense
Y'all actin weird, I walk in it get tense
Drop a hundred albums, y'all gon' want me like some fans
Only want me
Yeah, yeah, yeah, remember me?
The hype man that came in to blaze shit
Brought in by the white man like I came on a slave ship
and chains; no master can
a G-4 private jet
Bet you get more than grazed by the nine
Laid by the side
Oh you out of bullets? Here, take some of mine
And clowns hate how I lock
Death Row
Yo, and here comes me left blow
'cuz i'm the E-A-Z-Y-E, and this is the season
to let the Real motherfuckin G's in, ya like a kid ya
found a pup
a thousand
Different homes, different islands)
Dropped my mixtape and it sold like an album
Reason why I'm going big bitch, suck my dick
Yeah I'm going big
album had no famous guest appearances
The outcome: I'm crowned the best lyricist
Many years on this professional level
Why would you question who's
y'all all soft
And I'm the black hearse that came to haul y'all ass in
It's for the hood by the corner store
Many try, many die, come at Nas if you want
soft
And I'm the black hearse that came
To haul y'all ass in
It's for the hood by the corner store
Many try, many die, come at Nas
If you want a war, get
sound like mine?
Now, to have a partna as well as my friend
Well I have two partnas as well as my friend
And on goes by the name of...
Maganoo aka
though?
By any means, get the money
We don't want the fame
Y'all think it's something sweet till it
Leaves you numb the same
Try to name a rapper more
Uh
1st & (1st &) 15th (15th)
Woah, uh!
Lupe Fiasco's Food & Liquor
Is lovingly, hand-crafted and done
By the good folks, at 1st & 15th, yeah!
enough
Drive-by's, blood-spattered on my shoe, I'm not hood enough
But why cry?
I Waka Flocka Flame, hit your block up
Thug life, it's in my veins, go
please stand up?
I think we have a problem here
Y'all act like you never seen a white person before
Jaws all on the floor like Pam, like Tommy just
really blame you? (Who can really blame you?)
We're the ones who made you
Ahem, back by popular demand
Now pop a little Zantac for antacid if you can
really blame you? (Who can really blame you?)
We're the ones who made you
Ahem, back by popular demand
Now pop a little Zantac for antacid if you can
more unless it's profits
Lord, why you keep boxing me in, 'cause I'm God's gift?
I might set my mic back up in the closet, though
Just to give myself
really blame you? (Who can really blame you?)
We're the ones who made you
Ahem, back by popular demand
Now pop a little Zantac for antacid if you can
on the map
Yo check one two, this is the voice of yours truly the Flava Flav
And I just want y'all to know, we ain't goin' nowhere
Old school is here
Mozart
Just stand, say you're mad damn, why him?
Z-oh-one Tonka, five-sixty Benz
I'm sick and mad deep no shorts and no sleep
I'm bugged like
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