Lyrics:
records
No more than four minutes and some seconds
The competition checks and checks and keeps checking
They take the album, take it home, and start
Konje this is the last song
Yah neh
What a journey it has been
I wanted to close this with a rap song man
But now that I cannot rap
Wanted
showing my crib
I'm talking letting cameras go in my fridge
But people crazy, so I'd rather only friends and family know where I live
By how I talk, you
Y'all mainstream rappers tried to kill the genre
When I can revive it by not smoking marijuana
I will also be a decent home own'a
I'ma 'finna own
A little steak sauce oh no
I bet you probably think I'm looney tune
After big big country bought an
Album from a leak through
He was cool but just
Seems some
takes over me
As soon as I go home and close the door
Kinda feels like déjà vu
I wanna get away from this place, I do
But I can't and I won't, say I
and the alimony
Is why I'm broke, but I don't care because
My impact is mandatory in a age of fake and
I'm perplexed by the hate
Why flex in your songs if
They
Workin' on the album at the same time, you know what I'm sayin?
Visionary boy (C Sick)
Yeah yeah, uh, yeah, we gon' do it for '96 (yeah)
We gon' do it
an incredible thing. I'm often humbled by it and by life in general, how time and life carry on despite, and in spite of it all, I've watched the home that raised
like Alice
But I've gotta find my way back home
Because I'm done with wonderland
This album ain't about being the meanest MC
This album is about being
firearms and one pound of marajuana
Apprehended by four US marshalls by the state of Washington
[C-Bo]
They thought it was over but it just started
And some
won't forget
Come Back Home, the album's name
Come Back Home gon' bring me fame
Tired of people playing games
Know who they are, won't mention names
I'm
your rap
I'm out here, gettin hoes livin fat
While you at home, gettin sweated by your mamma
I bought my mother a house in Atlanta
And you can't
(That's on god)
Life's okay (Yeah), but sometimes tough (That's the album name)
I been lost that's why the album's called that (It is)
Wish i weren't so
Feelin' hyper? Then Please just go home
We just chilling, now you eyy
Lyrics By: Mr N
Song By: Mr N
Composition By: Mr N
Distribution By: Soundrop
In today's music news, the ever controversial Tupac Shakur has
Just released another album under the alias Makaveli
Music insiders are running wild
left home
On the streets of New York, now I'm free
But with freedom comes big responsibility
I used to walk around driven by the force
I remember how
to clean the shit from my bowels
A really hot girl walks by with a fat ass
But I'm just wondering if Hefty really holds the most trash
Forgot my card
wanna say my name in a lyric
You make an album to show your talent
But instead
Ghetts made Freedom of Speech and said
My name every two minutes
Man wanna
understand why you act like that
Beware lock your doors tuck your chainz proceed with caution
It ain't safe. keep the fifth by the Bible
It's a home
Bongo By The Way
I wake up every morning on the same shit
I smoke my 'Wood to the roach like I ain't rich
Niggas I used to hang with, is still
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
Marshall, you livin' in luxury (damn)
Look what you done to me
Dropped an album just because of me
Damn, you in love with me!
You got money but I'm hungry
tryna get a boost
Counting my XP by the twos
I'm making music like Usain sorry if I lose ya
But I'm making moves
I'm on these tracks like searching for
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