Lyrics:
story never told
The album never sold
The only testament
A guide inside Vig Soul
Too young and too early
To sound so damn late and old
Too hot to have
a platform
To elevate things that matter
I only got like ten fans
And that's fine by me
They don't care about platinum
And I wouldn't change a fucking thing.
won't meet again
Flew In a couple of Females I will not by them a seat again
They'll say I'm simping hard in this album
I guess they've never felt alone
I'm a young boy, straight from north Flo
My heart so cold, R.I.P Fro
I'm from city where I can stay, but can't go
I could leave by myself or take my
This album is dedicated to all the times i thought i’d never amount to nothin
All the times i lied and said i wasnt sufferin
Fuck the cops, fuck
trouble
Oh, you realer now?
I'm the kind to cut a peace of soap, put it on the imbecile
Crack the hen rock style, give me the foul
Girls grope then I smile
and run up
You livin' good, go 'head and throw a one up
Scream out, blat-blat-blat-blatow, how ya like me now?
My nigga Funeral Fab told be back in '03
what pocket I had left, my handkerchief
I'm guilty by affiliation, in many ways gangsta
But let me explain something, a paradox if you may
I threw all my
lookin' over at me
Wind in my hair, I was there
I remember it all too well
Photo album on the counter, your cheeks were turnin' red
You used to be
me, yeah
Baby, baby
Baby girl is so fine, knew she'd be mine
Meet me by the seaside, the waves is knee high
Wish I had more free time or a rewind button
of the process
So you just end up repeating lessons
That you should've definitely learned from by now
It's been almost five years since my last album
And I'd
the fuck just happened
Hours later I would be walking down the road and get picked up by a chick who says she'll
Drop me off at my apartment, but first she
Still post up round street
By now it’s all obvious to me
Been round places, regular basis
No matter what won’t leave
Yeah me I might get new places,
bitch would
But you niggas too weak, but just give me 2 weeks
And I'm good
I'll make an album that'll put a smile on Malcolm
Make Martin Luther tell
to come up mathematically
I did it for the city but now everybody mad at me
Motherfuck em all they sweat from my balls
If I drop another album I did that
flip my middle finga, I'm chillin on twenty million.
Da rumors turn me on I'm masterbatin at da top,
These hoes so excited so dey catchin every drop.
a couple of shots
Of patron patron patron
12 play album is the bomb, play that #1
That's my song my song my song
Now one shot is what I like
Two shots gone
my enemy
You have thought it was ten of me
On point like a widow peak
I deliberately give 'em dillies that
Do what it do
Painting a picture like
les entends parler de Soprano
Normal mon dernier album les traite d'tous les noms d'oiseaux
Je débarque, et déboule, me démarque des fous
Pas de
Hey guys
Let me start by apologizing to you
For the way everything went down
On Saturday i had a statement typed
Ready to post to you
Guys but
With shorty by my side, I can't care less
It's just me and you baby, fuck the rest
Yeah, fuck the rest
Shorty wanna ride she's my gasolinera
Stick by my
Hey 'Pac, it's yo' boy
Hey man so far I've been listenin' to your album
And I ain't heard nothin' you could kick back and smoke a beadie to
You
me Royce Da 5'9" no mo'
Call me Malcolm X, 'cause e'rybody in the city wanna kill me (*gun shooting sounds*)
I'm Malcolm X now hahahahaha, we gon' see
Air Ones
Bangin' "The Black Album," track #1
She like that Jay shit, that's her favorite
If it's gon' get me the pussy I'ma play that shit
If she
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