Lyrics:
need some intel[02:08.81]Pinch myself[02:10.01]It ain't make believe[02:11.12]Baby I know you pray for me[02:12.64]Right by my side you stay with
work clothes or a dress shirt
Lesser men became intimidated by the alpha male
Hated for the great amount of tail that I'm about to nail
Bound to fail
got me anemic, walking up in Neiman's
And everytime I get a new broad, I get subpoenaed
My baby momma mad and my girl look like a genie
I got racks like
roommates sleeping late night sessions set the score
For me to relegate my feelings with allure the laws imposing my solace still I’m blessed by Allah
Jehovah
all our motherfucking thugs in heaven, feel that baby
[Hook: Noke D]
This is for my thugs, in heaven
(see I'm trying to survive, in these motherfucking
I got my own flaws too
We all human so don't let the ubsa judge you
Raised by horny teens who would fake love you
Dark skin starting to think that
at the mall what you doing right now
Need you by my side baby how you doing right now
Cause I seen you all down buying Louis right now
Piano strokes you so fine
been spitting it on repeat
"Innermission"
That's my baby, I miss it
And now his fans are blindly following him
Tower over his flaws like they were gone
and I need it plenty
Shout out my big bro
He dropped an album go and stream for Eni
Shout out my lil wodie
Hope she ready steady the confetti
I'm bout
trial while in my intertube, Tour de Force
Tied so I am not the daddy
Had to move the club all by myself 'cause I ain't had no caddy, gladly
Didn't
me see that ass shake
Let me see the ground break
She know she mine
I know her sign
I know her smell
It's chance by Chanel
She call my name
I'm in
lady of the Flipmode Squad
Rah Digga (Uh-huh)
I want to take this time out to say thanks to everybody
Who went out and copped my shit
For those of y'all
And it's no accident that these rhymes sound tough
I'm goin' off, baby, there's no turnin' back
I'm on your TV, on your album, cassette and 8-track
And when
and y'all know my pedigree
Music the death of me, music is life to me
I do this shit so my kids don't feel poverty
Invest in some properties, baby girl proper
i cant rest at no ends
Nah theres no stopping now
All that bullshit i been on
Like my album
I'ma drop it now
Baby just stop it now
Acting like you
see him sometimes
It's breaking my spirit
Single father, I hate when I hear it
I used to challenge my parents on every album
Now I'm embarrassed
down like that for the nine-seven
This is my dialogue on this album
It's Magoo's album featuring me, Timbaland
'Cause he's so ill, I can't even rap
been saying we should make a baby
File folders I'm climbin over that nonsense
I'm older by five more still pride over my content
Got the cheese,
on
Reach in the dash board, she tryna get high for free if you flyin w me
Baby reach fo da passport, she suck the soul outta me, gassin up I'm on E
50 o 100
it's game over
I wouldn't leave unless we came together
Head out for breakfast
Back to session
Then we go again but this time faster
Screaming my name
album
Maybe I should stop rapping)
(Saj)
How I keep spitting and yet all of my albums still floppable
Say I’m like medicine that’s why I stay being
And an title I'm reserving my spot
I had to own up to it's all I got
I'm no longer rocking ya hips like Crime Mob baby ahh
Sounding like Love Pain III, well
I ain't worried
Every person I killed is dead and buried
I got 20 racks in the back of my rari
I just don't have time for any of that shit
Hold up,
Wall, with the wood out my grill
I can do a girl wrong, and she goin' be by me still
I can get caught cheating on my feet, maybe she will
Never leave,
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