Lyrics:
a passion to cure my stitches
Looking for a key goin' rags to riches
Hits stay priority like it’s religion
Made it my vision, Now its my mission
Keepin' it
this album and find zero fucking flaws
And I kinda feel like Malcolm the way I picked you off
I think we gonna get this three-peat hit the last two with
proceed, bumpin' that that Californication, by the Red Hot
Fuck around and then hit 'em with a red dot
Y'all better not me fuckin' with me
Who, him? Yeah,
I see the crystals in the smoke
No na, baby girl don't you choke
Made an album my first year
By God's grace OTM we going clear
I ain't lazy
Do what I
Rebel, renegade, must stay paid
Not by financial aid, but a raid of hits
Causing me to take long trips
I'm the original teacher of this type of style
paid
Not by financial aid, but a raid of hits
Causing me to take long trips
I'm the original teacher of this type of style
Rockin' off-beat with
renegade, must stay paid
Not by financial aid, but a raid of hits
Causing me to take long trips
I'm the original teacher of this type of style
Rockin'
that hit the charts
Album poppin so we hit the news
Finally found a girl that could pierce my heart
I'm not goin mad its the juice
Man its a free for
Welcome to In My Weakness, the album
Thank you for tuning in
Today, I just want to talk about self-esteem
It's something the world spins differently
Hmm
New Patek on my wrist
White diamonds, them shits hit pink
I'm ready
New Patek on my wrist (yeah)
White diamonds and them shits hit pink
album's hot and your album's not
I done been getting movie deals
I done been getting paid like Vinzel
I done been by ?
And five double o's
And 1 2's
Who?
Huh, yeah
Yeah, yeah
(Mia JAY C)
Uh
Huh, I can't hit no bitch but I'll punch a dyke
Huh-huh, knock her out her-
Huh, yeah, knock her
Tired of these rappers, tired of these jackers
I'm tired of these dances by these fuckin' backpackers
And I'm sick of all these hipsters, I'm sick
livres ça écrase les moustiques (bzz)
Un doigt dans l'engrenage puis j'rentre au bercail
C't'album y'a mille mains un peu comme les Hentais (mais nan)
Cet
the briar patch, bitch
That is where I live
(Jumping off the world)
This album is dedicated to Camu Tao
And this goes out to the
To the maniacs
Why you wanna be my Zanna? Why you wanna be my Zanna?
80k streams on an album by myself, started wvvy crew and I did that by myself
I remember 2017 all
bars
Take your favorite rapper
I'll hit em with a
Parked car
Please don't start
I am a star
We larger than mars
You jokes get burned
Bones stay charred
I
When I come back, that's it
You see a flash in the sky, it's that nigga, I
When I land, you wack niggas die
And your casket is your last hit
You wack
the world grooving, grooving
Uh uh uh, alright, uh huh
Now if you want to step
You gotta play it by the rules
You gotta do what I do
When I do, what I
station ventilation's bad
Enough before shit hit's the fans
Now I'm the mystery man
My mind's blank I think
I've slipped into delirium
What role did I play
still gets views
No one ever records the stuff you do
No one could name a song that is by you
I drop a hit and make another one on the next day
I'm
I cant let em catch me lackin
Architect no rapper this is more than an album
I was born by the river
By the river
In a little tent
Oh and like
to slip into a life that's easier
An attention span whittled away for years by social media
Then COVID hit that shit like a meteor
Procrastinated every
[Swizz beatz]
Let's get it started, get it started
Let's keep it started, keep it started
Yeah, yeah, violator the album
Go, go, go!!
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