Lyrics:
just don’t put in no effort
Dont give them extra seconds
That could make your work impressive
Ain’t really get it then
I was good with coasting by
I was
happy
noooo
I look back on all the times at school
People made me look like a fool
But now I see God used it as a tool
Can’t you see it’s all pretty
my switch on my dog
And let him bark up in the field
They thought I was a tool man the way I use to handle drills
Fixed up yo momma sink
Then sent my
Gomez buying out the shops
How they get a major deal and your album flop
I'm always real if you're around or not
It never was about the fame outta planet
em out
Internet, they blog & pout
A big fact that's word of mouth
I'm locked in, I'm never out
Album three make the business boom
No comp, tell em get
Your writtens don't touch two of
My breaths between my tune up
You sit in level glue stuck in flows froze like Medusa
So cold with the tool you
to move on for real, do this for real,
7 full albums, no deal
I got a picture of us in my mama's place,
Ain't got no time today no time to waste
A type
a big amount
Five percent of y'all I could say I know about
Never judge a book by the cover till it's read
Dollars on your head we don't do it for
they grow up that they won't get damn paid
And they ain't stay in school when the place isn't full
Covid-19 kept every one of them a fool
Ain't no tools
The average rate of success
For a man my age
Monkey got the tools
Can he open up the cage
Or just fill it with rage
Until he fill up a page
Then burn sage
leave to my girl
If my living is deployed
My daughter and my boy
My knowledge that's in stored
Hreeted by the sacred
And sharpened as tool
Working from
claim to my prime
Feel like Pluto, I ain't planet but I'm still by design
Yeah now I'm feeling, uh, different feelings now as a college boy
I got
that I ain't tryna fake
Quiet ass fans be the loudest when it's time to hate
When it's time to ride; nothin but empty promise by my side
All these albums
endurance
Fuck a wild body, I'll pull up in a Urus
Tool Tucked, I just bought this bitch out sears(serious)
Niggas flexin' with other niggas' money, are you
zvědavý kdy poslední album kdy poslední bars dopíšu
Vím že jsou tu lidi co by mě bodli dali do břicha dyku
Nemám čas na problémy tak prosím tě zavři už píču
with the shrimp like you know
Oh damn almost got ate
Got ate by a snake and I almost got ate
I'm a shrimp it's the end of the album of the album
This the greatest fucking album you gon listen to
This the greatest fucking album you gon listen to
This the greatest fucking album you gon listen
swear my lyrics won’t be half as bad
I’ll write all the music
But the drums will still be played by Chad
Let me write Chili Peppers an album
Let me write
Too many days going by
I keep the tool by my side
I need a bih who gone ride
I been tryna dodge a case
Still be stressin' too many days
And if
niggas that died in tha room
Double tha cup and I clutch on this tool
Fuck up the city she come by tha two
Ain't no discussion don't play by tha rules
to saddle up the Tontos cause I'm the Lone Ranger
I eat dinner with Jews but don't talk to strangers
I'm just a few albums from filling your disc changer
If
quite a lot. maybe that's normal when the band's not
On the scene for a while. but after that it feels really good to have,
Actually, a new album ready
applications
Shit I like to rhyme and I won a battle or two
Down at the PAC with the crew the kid from broward can duel
Yeah he got a few filler lines
By now
Yo you couldn't see my with a telescope
Words to cancer smoke your antidote
Give me the remote turn them off
I'll let my album melt your ass
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