Lyrics:
Y'all know me, still the same O.G.
But I been low-key
Hated on by most these - with no cheese
No deals and no G's
No wheels and no keys
No
Y'all know me, still the same O.G.
But I been low-key
Hated on by most these niggas with no cheese
No deals and no G's
No wheels and no keys
No
Y'all know me, still the same O.G.
But I been low-key
Hated on by most these niggas with no cheese
No deals and no G's
No wheels and no keys
No
When I was in that jungle we was toting all sticks
You talking beef I'm getting cars flipped
Have a nigga screaming out ooh awe shit
The album coming
Shout out to that boy Slim Shady for all the love, yeah!
(Sinatra)
Tell me what you know about real life
Tell me what you know about dark nights
that's nice, its holographic
I'm working in the shade
So, I guess it looks like magic
And if I made an album
I just hope it'd be a classic
Life goes up
This the Outro on the
Album Of The Year
When truth seekers meet gate keepers with loaded heaters
Haters never check us it's tricky like my Adidas
somebody by their steering wheel
'Cause you know that mother fucker in that Ford Taurus
Could be the next mother fucker in that new Porsche
But like I
Daddy Rae
Represent (represent)
Magic Mike
Yo, I represent, I represent
I represent 10 albums at twenty seven years old
Millions of copies sold
when the dope game got dangerous
In my interviews talking plug talk
On my last album I explained it (I explained it)
With a fork telling you let
the only class he'll pass is phys ed
May be true, till I told this bitch in gym class
That she was too fat to swim laps, she needed Slim Fast (who me?)
really blame you? (Who can really blame you?)
We're the ones who made you
Ahem, back by popular demand
Now pop a little Zantac for antacid if you can
really blame you? (Who can really blame you?)
We're the ones who made you
Ahem, back by popular demand
Now pop a little Zantac for antacid if you can
rapper about to blow
But his album came, and it was not good
I think it went lead or double copper-wood
So the silly little fans, they were misled
By
really blame you? (Who can really blame you?)
We're the ones who made you
Ahem, back by popular demand
Now pop a little Zantac for antacid if you can
"Better Than Ever"
It could be better than my first album on the song "Better Than Ever"
Like I was fucking trash
But I could be better than my older self
Like oh lord its just me
Flirting with the goth hostess at AppleBee's
Like oh no don't tempt me
I got the slim cut vans with the skinny jeans
Like oh
Slim in the game
This is what he meant, tryna fight of a gnat
Black Magic, like Johnson
Takin' it back
This poor guy and his fluoride
Gettin' spit down
to the beat how the bassline go When she back it on me get my jeans tight though
She slim in the waist but her hips tight though She gon' do a lot of things
did the first one
Five album run, now the cursed one, it's a blessed one
By the time y'all hear this, we be half way through the next one
Bless up
of the phone
I appear from the rear, stayin' from clear
Nobody can say if I'm here so they play it by ear
But here's the way I lay the idea
From this point
by a Mack truck
And don't come around forty and front and get tapped up
Cracked up, can't wait 'till this album is wrapped up
I'mma take you
grinding to the day they put me in a body bag me
To give my kids a future that I never had
When you serve a pluck by your daughter and you don't feel no
you'll ever own
Any sacrifice so my child, let's go wild
You shall go with bells on
There is no magic, it's not supernatural
You will see beauty is brutal
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