Lyrics:
Trending topics when I say my piece
Viral weapon like I'm Alex Mercer
Let me get it started like I'm black eyed peas
My brothers they know I'm the one
Shout
beyond his years, he's the best I guy I know
I find the older I get, it's like the less that I know
This world's confusing, sometimes I feel all
funny
But when it all appears then they wanna be buddies
Swear you can only get rich by being lucky
I just wanna send my parents somewhere hot and sunny
a commodity I've got to spare
So listen here
Didn't put blood, sweat, tears in
To not be prepared when I got here, kid
It's on me, so you best to believe
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
should be by now
I tell "I get it in my own time"
In my own time
(God's time)
Oh my
I'm better than I thought I'd be back
When the bar that I'd set for
If Cash Rules Everything Around Me
Guess I'm the cream
Dinero
Money making Mitch in this hustlers regime
A Go getter gotta get it that's by any means
it up
I'm back to numb
The past is strung
In every single fuckin rap I've sung
I've had enough
Got my heart broken by a bitch
I wrote an album about it
the only one fucking with me
Myself, so put your album right
Back on the shelf
And let real business get dealt
You ladies man like Leon Phelps
I pee on any
fuck it I love it here I call it my birthplace
Whenever I walk in they makin' the worst face
Surrounded by Fillipinos I think of the worst case
Watch
smoking on a Za
It's gon' send me to the moon the way it hit I name it rock the way I spit
I'm feeling hot, it's like I boil on the inside
Get up out
Oooooooo life of a professional get it at cha
Life of a professional
Progressional sessional
Transcribed into scripture possessional
The Ancient
straight
Burnouts in a closed space
Still blow the O's, but it's no vape
Homie album like a mixtape
Now he follow orders that I dictate
Chances are you gon'
to myself
Yeah I'm sipping on a drink
We gon' smoke it to the clouds
And just pray for the best
I can't keep doing tunes
I'm thinking about all the things
the bangin shit on, alot of Louis Vuitton
you know the shit then sing the words of the song
We call it get right bitches! (We 'bout to get right bitches!)
the best way I know how to get off my chest
I was just a disappointed fan, it's nothin' more or less
But now I'm over that, he's got all my respect
If he
[Yung Joc]
Alright boys and girls
You finally made it to the end of the album
I hope you learned somethin
But the best is yet to come
(WELCOME
I'ma get by
Hit 'em with the Tek Nine
Better quit lying
Best not disrespect mine
Cause I got it
Said, Lil bitch I got it
Straight to the grave, I gun
it to me
Stop
I wanna go to the RR Diner
Get myself a coffee and a piece of pie
RIP to Julee Cruise
She had the best voice that made me fly
Don't let
a blonde bitch
I got my own fragrance
Powered by 50, goddamn it, I think I made it
I tried to keep it basic
They wanna complicate shit
The feds on my phone
finish it
I feel like Bradley in Limitless
My albums a movie no images yuh
I took a second perfected my craft
Then I come back like I'm swinging a bat
enjoy the concert, I've got it from here"
And I said, "Don't worry about this, Debbie will shake it off, now let's get the fuck out of here"
We got in
on in your parents' bedrooms
Sometimes I wanna get on TV and just let loose
But can't, but it's cool for Tom Green to hump a dead moose
"My bum is
on in your parents' bedrooms
Sometimes I wanna get on TV and just let loose
But can't, but it's cool for Tom Green to hump a dead moose
"My bum is
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