Lyrics:
up in a landfill, this isn't summer camp fool
Damsel in distress, end up unimpressed
Underdressed for this flesh that we peel off
Reel off all
Big checks
Looking forward to big checks
So I keep a smile on my face
Not a minute to waste on my business
Ain’t part of the family, then you can
The library, the library
You can hang out all day and
It doesn't cost a penny
Is the perfect place for me
The library, the library
It's such a big part of our
fifty
Can't you tell by my cut why I'm pimpin'
And if I hit one time she's limpin'
And if he trick one dime he's simpin'
'Cause we don't do it like
on my life
With that knock off 8 mile shit
You could never be Eminem mother fucker
You aint lyrically inclined enough to be jay-z, NAS, b.i.g. or PAC
found my soul mate finally
But one day I found out she actually owned a copy
Of Joe dirt on DVD
Oh, no! I said
Hey! Are we lobbing hand grenades, kiddo?
like I'm UGK
Asshole by nature like my name was Trae
And I don't gang-bang, I patrol the game
And what I'm representing here is putting holes in
On my block
Erribody got big whips
Wide bodies, bending some big hips
D boys never giving out statements
So many rats here looking for placement
In
Looking forward to big checks
So I keep a smile on my face
Not a minute to waste on my business
Ain't part of the family, then you can forget it
not talking carrots
Locked in my room getting so high
I'll make it soon that's no lie
You cannot wait for something to happen watching the days go by
chasing this chess's cause I know it's gon bring me more bitches
Mom say face your fears I face that shit by hustling EVD when I was a kid we got no dvd
I
were high by 7:25
And by 2:10 it wore off and they were boutta to die
Heard em say I hate being bipolar it's awesome
Monacellis green shirts making
bubble
So just hang on for the ride, white knuckle
You're all in big, big trouble
Like Kurt Russell, everyday I struggle
Rip off my shirt and flex my
It’s just another day in the
Life of an artist searching for truth in the
Rhymes that I harvest
Art is my savior, art is my crutch
Art is my
on the fence
That nightingale must have been heaven sent
Just to make us laugh and wonder a bit
At love's great big ocean
We made so much love that we
rips on my sleeves
Another day on the shaderoom, they love sippin' tea
What I do? Why they hate? Why it gotta be me?
I made half a million in the span
packaged and captioned
Sell it to em for fractions
To give the music some traction
Need a muse or distraction
The most lethal attraction
I'm going off, I'm
like a muse for a Monet
Put her man in stitches, uh, crochet
She said, "Okay"
I said, "So wait"
She cut me off and said, "this way"
With her mannequin
them DVD's
Spreewells on them alloys, daddy I'm so jiggy
I flow so sickly, I roll with P. Diddy
Fa-Shiggety!!!, tha thug shit just run in my kidney
shoes, better take some notes
Waitin' in my muse, we be lettin' off a lot of smoke
For real
For real
For real
For real
For real
For real
For real
For real
I was doing
I was in and out the muse smelling like a pound or 2
I was fucked up by my doley, I was living in the streets
I was down and I was stuck
on the 26
That shit had made my day
Niggas know who run the A
Bitch, it's the whole BSK
Lil' Myke smokin' Emmit
If you touch him, be prepared to lay
Sendin'
off
See he's right
Half the world would choose spite over sprite
Would be unamused to amuse the muse
Would plee this you do then dejavú
Would be side
feel like Screech
I'm saved by the bell
I feel like LL before the ladies love James
My uncle told me that this pimp shit a cold game
Use your codename
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