Lyrics:
That's why y'all been waitin' so long
For my next album it's been year long
So when it hits it'll be strong
No more waitin' it's been too long
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friends down
Until ya family up"
If I bring the fish by they cookin'
It's a fish fry
My friends make the fish fly but
They ain't playin' Candy Crush
I don't
eight months ago
And I was so disappointed
I never picked up the pieces
I was above that. I hate that I couldn't say that no more
I didn't know who I was,
hands on some dollars and cents
And fools can't hold us
Every chance we get, we hittin' up the rollers
Comin' up short of the green guys
And I might
Fifty cent, she trying to cook an ass pact with me, first off change your aspect, brain's
How can you expect me to accept, the disrespect, already
more like a chore
Ain't in my ties, you don't know about the rope
I'm gettin' by plenty fine bout a hoe
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, we smokin' the strong, so I call
fifty gold, sixty platinum
Shackling the masses with drastic rap tactics
Graphic displays melt the steel like blacksmiths
Black Wu jackets, Queen Beez
fifty gold, sixty platinum
Shackling the masses with drastic rap tactics
Graphic displays melt the steel like blacksmiths
Black Wu jackets, Queen Beez
Good evening
This is your fucking captain speaking
We will soon be reaching an altitude of
Four million and a half feet
That's eight million
a extra mile
Like Eminem's (MnM's) 8mile but nothing sweeter than days when I never frown
Turn obstacles upside down
You would swear a hurricane came
got it (whats wrong with you?)
50k cash, I got it (i got it)
Two-hundred on my dash, I got it (i got it, bitch)
The game on smash, I got it
My hoes
together we made it
我背着一
书包现金去买车
I cop a car with cash full of my backpack
后
视镜的自己像是
50 Cent
一
样的笑着
I am smiling like 50 Cent in the mirror
给我支笔我甚至都不需要纸
就能
that I catch and I throw back
And by the way, give 50 Cent his flow back
You that cat in the club that get hit with a bottle
Fuckin' with me? You better
nigga)
Chevy super clean, two or three screens
Watch a nigga be to the left I lean
50 karats in the crown, niggas no more scheme
Just to let you sucker
near here, up in Humboldt County about 200 miles north of San Francisco right near a town called Shelter Cove, get this: three- to four-hundred American
some cap in my rap
By the time this shit drop, they gon' pay me some more (uh-huh)
And I still can go back to the trap
Send a box, pick it up, make
the office countin' numbers (tell 'em)
Don't ever judge a book by the cover
Bitch, judge a cook by how it bubble (stove)
Yeah, yeah (oh)
Pagin'
to see it depress
Works got me tired and cant handle the stress
Makn 8.50 an hour till Im nearin my death
Ain't the life for me I was destined for best
in front of a good crowd?
Why do all of your close
Battles turn into 8 Mile?
Your palms be sweaty, knees weeks
Arms be heavy vomit on that sweater
the captain of my style
You couldn't jack it (Jacket) like a letterman
They know that I'm ahead of them
Mockingbirds like Eminem
Sometimes I feel like 50 Cent
fed, I play the hard position
Spitting to get every quarter back I intercept every step made by the opposition
They all defenseless
Put a flag
for hustlers, ventriloquist for jugglers
Took it where few went, made a few cents
Don't call me Hov' no more, call me The Blueprint
Sold dope
His fire
was put out and his maiden-devouring license revoked. Maiden devouring out
of season is punishable by a term of not less than 50 or more than
fifty its all there you don't trust me
Stay moving i'm slanging hard no touching
Eight and a half this one dusty
I'm bringing her back she ain't fluffing
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