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Big man big track big time big vibes big work on a big bad album
These bombs be dropping be dropping on your head
Like a burton foot and a old school
(Where are you?)
Oh-oh
Oh
The Divine Feminine, an album by Mac Miller
Oh-oh (The Divine Feminine)
(The Divine Feminine) Oh
Am I supposed to?
felt her hand in mine and said "Your wrong about me"
"I'm a boy from a good family" I told her
The juke box played an out-of-time tune (So what's new)
Tired of these rappers, tired of these jackers
I'm tired of these dances by these fuckin' backpackers
And I'm sick of all these hipsters, I'm sick
And drops a hit album, hit video, hit single every year
From your eye drops a tear
I don't play that shit, I play that hit
Your whole gangsta image is
what?
Dj lord gimme that cut
Bring that beat back
That's whats up
Feedback from truly
Freedblacks
Gotta think outta this
Box of hard knocks
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
make albums
Roll out like the a-team
Assemble
Produced by Eli
That shit the description
Mention every pot that I pissed in
Overflowing and
I'm going
What a rifle do
I don't know
Let's try a few
I ain't high as you
But I'm overstanding over you
Timekeeper album way overdue
Jehovah view
Divine timing
initially
Officially love and lust
Accompanied by misery
So obsessed with company
Watchin' how you move, how you walk
Where your compass be
Even when you move
(Goodnight Darkboy )
We ain't dead had to live in the box
One day had her heart on lock
You can kick rocks
Good kid yea he follows the law
Messages
burn
The album of pics
Of us in a fit
Shit we don't exist
It's you against I
Till I don't exist
I am a man
And we don't exist
We keep it trill
So we
blastin Radio Raheem
Do the Right thing play your sound
Hard Rock to shake the ground
1984 album by Van Halen exciting
Killing Metallica Ride the Lightning
Like a gun shot
Twist' is yo' flow cold?
Well I think so
Kim do you got dranks
Crist' by the box
Twist' do you got smokes
Well I got 'dro, now baby
you're not gonna pop
Me the crew and all lay
In the box you were topping the charts
Look at the people not even jockin' your art
Why's that
Cause
and all lay
In the box you were topping the charts
Look at the people not even jockin' your art
Why's that
Cause everybody that really buys rap
Don't
Talking:Cuz I'm tellin you man they ain't nothing else to talk about
the same shit every motherfuckin album, I don't give a damn how many he put
out
to see this nigga everyday up at the school
I mean dude was cool type of fool
who always said what he meant
You could peep him at lunch
Freestylin by
for that buzz I'm addicted to spitting flowing rhymes
Gotta go for mine or accept the box
Do this cause I love it would be calm to get some cheques come
between a floor mat and a door mat
I'll leave you sleep by that thing where the floor at
I'm stacking so much paper
You would think I got beef with
And you know it's like
Me making this album
It was just me, like
Tryna escape the box that I was in at the time as much as possible
You know, so
You probably know now
I've written hundreds of songs about you
I even wrote an album
Trying to put myself above through
Claiming you were arrogant
Surfin' on the T.V
Caught a black and white
Fresh faces from long ago
In the box of light
Every life a footnote
Now just a memory
Passin' time
commitment
But I'm spitting in other booths
Do you ever wonder who is bulletproof
This is the life of
Cover up depression by going to different nightclubs
You
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