Lyrics:
boom on your black ass, bitch
You could get the finger, the middle (come and get some)
I thought I hit rock bottom, they ban my album, point
believe it's been six albums already?
Why, it seems like only yesterday
That I single-handedly started this two-person band all by myself!
And definitely
swole
Could afford to get up and be anywhere he go
VIP at the club, backstage at the show (yes, y'all)
The best crib, the best clothes
Hottest whips
started pacing in anger by what they did to my brother
Why can't we live in a world where we all love one another
Why them crackers always thinking that
a 20 grand I aint even got a job
Told her no long distance she even wasn't far
If she ain't a cardiologist I aint got a heart
She said I'm leavin' For
By now y'all shoulda known I'm a handful
I'm talking way bigger than making beats on Wednesday with the samples
For example, it's few and far between
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
Momma told me grow up to be something, be something
I went diamond with this album so we bucking, we bucking
[Chorus]
[Ludacris]
I'm so far ahead
myself, by myself, Ima run all these routes
Ima win, Ima fail, in the end I’ll prevail
Ima sip from my grail and you can’t live off clout
Y'all keep
adhere to a set of standards and tastes
That appear to be determined by an unseen panel of hipster judges (bullshit)
Giving a thumbs up or thumbs down
of your toe
All the way up to your last hair follicle
[Biz Markie]
Hey hey hey, it's me the diabolical
Yes, y'all and, it's time for me to fall in
Yo, yo can y'all' hear me out there
Let me intoduce myself ladies and gentlemen
See I go by the name of Big Woody Rock
And I'd just like you
playing that album from Jodeci, now
This letter to you is a page from a diary of a mad man
My mind been full of madness
I was like nine in Smyrna, Georgia
album on their shopping cart
And supposedly now everyone knows waste plan by heart
I gave everybody a fresh start
Cause remember in four people were mad
this far
They told me they was fam but did me like Uncle Scar
Looking at wolves and sheep and couldn't tell them apart
Isolated by the world, cast out
the rain I'll heat up
And ya'll can't stop my sunshine, fuck one-time
Got heavy wit gats to push your face back
Trash-ass album sound like you played it
a album
Checkin' on my Instagram every hour
Like damn I hate this dude, god
He's such a faggot
Why they think he dope, fame why he have it
Damn his music
so you're out on
The Yeezus tour right now which, first
Your album is awesome the live show sold
Out at Staples on Saturday night
You got another one
The world by the balls, eatin' out my palm
Every album song I was spazzin'
The fuck out on
And now I'm gettin' frowned and clowned on
But the only one who's
Y'all know damn well I wasn't lettin' you niggas down
Just to sit back and watch you led by these fuckin' clowns
Four albums in, niggas still talking this
and walk down that alley
Married to the game, I'm amazed by this album
Treat it like a maze yea I'm thankful for the outcome
Hoping for some praise, already
gold
And maybe get rich, hol' up
Trinidad Jame$ in four weeks but now my album platinum and shit, so what?
Y'all keep the numbers
I'm more than
backwards
The signs more encrypted than Stalin's passwords (For real)
My enemies must like Kendrick Lamar's DAMN
Album, the way I got 'em talking backwards
Yeah
The more I give, the more I gain I gain so much by givin' my all in
Don't get lost in details I train my brain, train my brain
Not focused on my
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