Lyrics:
[talking]
Mike Jones, who
(even though what we do is wrong)
[Mike Jones]
I know, what I be doing is wrong
But I'm a hustler fo' life, fuck with two
a crayon contest with retarted kids and picked the wackest album cover
Picked the wrong emcee to diss subliminally, every line dissected
Yeah, I diss you
front of throngs
I'll make sure to cause a chaos
A good kind of chaos
Everyone will be having a time of their lives
There's a plate coming your way
be the worst
Who you really calling?
(Calling?)
It'll never end
(Nah)
All my love I send
1quan
Live from ATL, (Yeah)
I could never fail
(Nah)
I'm
lives shatter?
They make black lives the bad guys
better analyze the data
Unarmed still at harm
Want us gone
What they’d rather
Motherfucka
Used to be
verse a gift, as you smoke like a chimney
My album comin' November, that's twenty years of memory
And that's assumin' I'ma live that long
If I don't,
an Album On The Way so let me get back to recording
ROI
I disconnected the phones
The fourth album turned into a horror show
Embarrassing yes I know
Might live stream your demise
cpologize to your wives
You
I just wanna vent to the mic, huh (I'm seeing shit out the corner of my eyes when I'm Recording this)
Vent to the mic about my life huh
Yuh, ugh,
[Intro: "interviewer" (Skinnyman)]
"So Skinnyman, now that you've signed a deal with talkin loud and your currently
recording your album, how's this
time’ll have me flat by the life line
So I’m like fine
Got a bottle of the white wine
Coming live from the middle of the night time
Full cup but I find it
I dropped banger albums back to back
Whatever it takes to put the city on the map
The lost souls just keep fallin through the cracks
Ridin in our old
Drop a hundred bands
Straight from my wallet
Should I remain humble
Should I be less modest
Or should I move cocky
And disguise it
By saying that
I'm
give a fuck
If I'm tore down, from the floor down
Six-feet deep in the cut
What the fuck done went wrong
How long will I be mourned?
When I'm gone,
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
And you ain't got nothing to say (what!)
Well it's album number two right (yeah)
So you gotta let 'em know (that's right)
So do your thing (yeah)
Take
'head and live careless
Five years from now you'll be explaining to your children's what welfare is
I'm anxious to explain to my babies why Daddy famous
I
think they can't be outdone
Well put your thoughts together and put out a decent album
The outcome
You out son
Shut up and live it out dumb
Got 5
mind to be corrupted and his ways being wrong
Hiding all the tears that he shed up be strong
Almost getting jumped in, slanging with the gang
Tryna beef
they won't be no next time
Took a puff while I thought
About my next line
Head fried but I got morals that I live by
So I could never pull a knife on my
as a man by material amassing?//
Sanity returned to me by my seeds i live thru vicariously/
In truth they save me daily prevailing against bullshit i see//
of the pair that was picked in the alternate universe
Where our arch nemesis lives
You are everything Kid
Pain love life death
When you separate your mind
do is türelem
I'ma take my time, I'ma master it
You should be mindful of a mastermind
Put a landmine right where your momma live
Now blow up, blow
be hating on me and
I'm fucking 'em anyway
I just signed this deal, I just bought moms a new crib
And it's all good
I feel like bringing my car by
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