Lyrics:
a mere mortal
Blessin beer bottles by the dozen with N.O.R.E. it's Brothers Thuggin
of sinners baby I'm a Cole album
When my album drops, niggas know it'll be a cold album
Negative energy, nigga I can't have it
When I prophesy, feeble minds
an album
Got another one coming
Making money off these n*****
When they try to play the
I messed up, let me try again
Baby girl, I don't know what you
aiming for the ceiling floor
Album number 4 I’m just running up the score I can feel it in my core steady creeping in the door
Niggas hate the way I
Paw he was prayin' my brother Jack would bring him down some moonshine
Just so's that he could warsh those viddle down
As soon as all the kids got
for the show
Y'all worried about the clubs
I'm worried about the love
By the looks of it
Y'all brothers gettin' none
Brothers gettin' sonned, they could
been taught by our guides who guide us to the Allfather
That there is no other
In the other brother stay focused on Jacob's ladder
For while coming to us
and secondary
'Cause I seen my friend and brother get married the same weekend
Meanwhile, me and my girl are barely even speaking
Man, new beginnings and harsh
album
Sike I'm playing
But really what would I be without em
They the future of this earth when I'm not around
I'm thugging by my lonely I ain't hanging
Imma loner nigga wanna I kick it by myself
Wanna see my momma rich
And I wish all my patnas health
They my brothers till the end
I'm steady rolling
Man, this is the last.. record on the album
I got my man Craig Craig in the house
Kevin Dee from Midnight Express Crew's in the house
Charles'
else)
Fuck arguing and harvesting the feelings, yo, I'd rather be by my fucking self
(Self, self, self, self)
'Til about two AM And I call back and I
No, my brother, you've got to buy your own
Yeah
Yeah, woo
Yo, it's like the box sets
Star Wars, Fast and Furious franchises
Six projects, six
curly, hair
Now, look-a-there
Her brother don't 'llow me there
Now, look-a-there, a-honey
A-ooo-wee
Baby, way over there by the apple tree
I love, love
Shopp, man
We... y'know finally reachin' the end of this album and I just wanna thank y'all, like...
I was never a big fan of doin' the whole long talk
no drive-by's
We walked over
COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas
Life is reality, reality is life (Sunz of Man album)
Life is reality, reality is life (Sunz of Man album)
Life is reality, reality is life (Sunz
the club
We throwed them hunnids not no ones
Throwing them hunnids we fuck them
Whole by the firm
Step in the club
Pocket full of hundred, no ones
Choppa
they've never said it, lips stay sealed
They actions reveal how their hearts really feel
Like, late night I'm on a first class flight
The only brother in
large checks
Casue we skiddly-dip-dip-do-dep dip dip for effects
Brothers think I'm dissing, but I'm really on the dicks
Look into my album
when the family feuds
Can we choose to put aside all the zany news
I got a plan to sell a couple of albums and buy a house by the ocean
If you're a day
album, Grammys next
Fuck all y'all haters bet
Standin' on my money. I'm six three
You already know we livin' the American dream
They call me gatsby,
tryin')
And that's facts, Hamdan Mohammed like my third cousin (facts)
Mansoor Mohammed like my real brother (facts)
Dubai embrace me like a Emirati
blunts cigar scent
I'm by myself and niggas run they mouths like auctions
To streets my brother
Fefe's my brother
And we stay on point like a fucking
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