Lyrics:
Yeah, this album is dedicated
To all the teachers that told me I'd never amount to nothin'
To all the people that lived above the buildings that I
partays
Had to push a couple vacations back on layaway
But it was alright cuz you made it work out anyway
And it's by the grace of God that you standing
Listening to Britney
Her new album
Back to the Noughties
I went from 8 to 18
Everything from a nightmare
To Beyonce sweet dreams
Moved from Brisbane
quote
On the first few albums
That "that present day composer
Refuses to die, " by putting his name on the
Albums, I led a lot of people
In the direction
it going on
(Hey yo, I got it going on)
[Biggie]
As I sit back relax
Steam a blunt, sip a Becks
Think about the sexy singers that I wanna sex
I'd
with it Dade County my ho!
[Dre]
Unhh
From the def to see's back to Opa-Locka
D-are-E, 'nuff Miami shoot up off ya block
Went solo on that ass, but
This is your album, so that means you definitely got to get funky, so run it
[The D.O.C.]
Swinging, singing a brand new rap
On a rhythm concocted by
trains
Before all this pain we all wuz kangz
By the way
Married couples that use the one same
Facebook page are all like Krang
Every gay little page
that you do
Because stupid is how everybody sounded
Nigga you think you know me, but only if you knew me
Homie, you would leave me by my lonely
I'm
made an album for you
What if it was by you for me?
I see your grin everytime my eyes are opened
'Cause when they're closed it's 'cause you chose I
decay
But I still hope that my album will get a few plays
I'll get by, taking this day by day
But if I die, just know you'll be okay
All I've ever done
thugs from the R-O-C
Sigel Sigel in the house
Uh-huh, sick bastard
Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer
Uhh, uhh, Memph Bleek in
from the R-O-C
Sigel Sigel in the house
Uh-huh, sick bastard
Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer
uh, uh, Memph Bleek in the house
thugs from the R-O-C
Sigel Sigel in the house
Uh-huh, sick bastard
Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer
Uhh, uhh, Memph Bleek in
but I swear right now it feels like underground
You are your own worst enemy, so don't expect my sympathy
Oh go back to your mother's house and cry
seems like you're ready lil bitch "R. Kelly"
"Ultra Lord J" in the thang
Broke nigga better stay in your lane
Dreads swing like the 08' Wayne
Im a pimp
Skip the lane get to the hole and ima do a jelly nigga
I be singing like R Kelly nigga
I Carly and Freddy nigga
She say murdermeezy I can feel it my
the street
Thug n**** shoot n***** you n**** no regard for the law
Illegal straps move packs keep a gat AR tucked in the back
Call me Sherman I be swervin'
calm demeanour
That makes you portray yourself sleepier
Shape your perspective of existence
The siren moans are deafening, listen
They told me
comparison
What you gon' compare
Some Smack DVD appearances?
Ding ding ding 15 seconds of fame is up
Was in them hotels with R kelly
We should flame you up
hood wearin' flue you gettin' fucked up
By your true 'are you nigga named see-K
Rick' get back, Rick' get ruled every single week day
And I can't stand
the cut, where we all alone
R kelly playing turned it up on my phone
But then then her line ring and even I know the tone
She got full service she nervous
R.I.P
Nobody even asked for you to be here, so do that
Nobody even knows your name, so get back
All eyes on me
I stare at the crowd I stare at the ceiling
I've been saying I'm the greatest while low-key hanging it up
Can't tell if it's depression or me just not giving a fuck
Album's been done for a year
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