Lyrics:
on shoulders heavier than boulders
Getting smouldered by the inner thoughts
They are so devoted to make me notice
I ain't worth more than a piece of COVID
Would
it's a cold world boy and I'm more than a sinner
You hear this beat and think of Ye, you thinking of Dilla
I think I'm at the top now, the top
So many different versions of a word that's been distorted
Twisted into something that it's not
Yeah love's just an expression,
No I don't think
really just that much beta
A stronger version of self really all that's behind each layer
That's why... I only get better each time I peel off
This is
by pizza or fish or lack thereof
Oh by the way, there's a cello in your house now
We use words to combat words that make us feel a certain way
We use
more than a man lost, dead in my sin,
So here I am alive in Your hands,
Your hands, Your hands
We dress up in nice heels, we try to make people
Horry
Everybody hate on Young Tru boy
Cause they know that the nigga on fire fire fire fire
Rap phenomenon, soon as the album drop
artists don't eat
and 3rd out
Looking at my album like the word count
Tryna figure how much more of me you niggas need
Y’all ain’t listening, but I’m a hold the energy
like Jimi Hendrix, my hero, I realised, wait these songs of his
Some of them they're written by Bob Dylan
Maybe I should be listening to that guy more
It
harder than a motherfucker
That's crazy
Be on the lookout for a new up and commin album
The new 3 6 mafia album the last to walk
I don't know if it
streets
We don't play that
We Pat Sajak-ing
That boy for his sneaks
Spin the wheel
See just where yo fate at
Sign deals
That let em steal the home ya
fuckin' with him
I don't need your dumb advice
So don't talk that shit, I don't need no lecture's
Y'all got more junk in your truck than a mother fuckin'
And as time goes by
It all gets clearer
That memory paused in time
In the rearview mirror
Theres more than meets the eye
Than just that little boy
It's all
a roundabout way, we fill our plate
And that's all we really need
The rest is just greed and manifestations of money
And we even need much less than we consume
a million out them apartments
Shooting for my dreams
Now they say that I'm a target
Ay making bands on the backstreet
With them boys
Tucking the Franklins
slinging them rocks
Cah this is more than a dream
Fuck
This is more than it seems
Life is short so I take them chances
I told you about, sow that seed
peace that last
Picture a place that they exist, together
There has to be a place better than this, in Heaven
So right before I sleep dear God what I'm
No pimp or Larry Flint
Blowing up like a blimp
The Grinch
Take a pinch
Rhymes like salt with a bit of spit
It's shit
More than it
Not tempted to flip
you can tell that a boy finna eat cause I took my seat first
3 course meal, full entrée, refills and I want my dessert
So why not make a toast?
the reason he tryna say that I'm gay (ayy)
Way more coochie than Kay Slay (ayy)
I sell a mil in a day (ayy)
All of my bitches they grade A
I did not get in
was good, Max, that's my boy
I'm just speaking facts, you bring us joy,
Thank God for this album, he's the best
Gosh darn it, Max, I'm so impressed
Quarter, dancin witcha daughter (ooh!)
You can't handle me, I keep it tight
With my Bad Boy family, that's right
Chorus:
And we won't stop, cause we can't
My rivals are the independents, That ain't lying
Partnerships and relationships, that would slow me down
Mowed down by my lawncare guy that make more
rapping is ass
Shit I don't need a courteous pass To be that rash
I never thought the USA could BE this mad
Judging by the people that they're putting up
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