Lyrics:
raised by DMX the last
Real nigga alive, nah nigga it's still real
Niggas alive tonight we
Real niggas alive, we alive tonight
Bruh, we alive tonight, bruh
one deep
MF DOOM on my headphones
Album done so it’s tour mode
Spaceship in sports mode
Alien on my front seat
Earl Sweatshirt on my stereo
Space suits
thrown in the bin
What does it get? It get's thrown in the bin
What does it get? It get's thrown in the bin
I said thrown in the bin, thrown in the bin
get tHe uH, yeah
SHoot you grabbin' in tHe bag
SHit you makin' it ain't Half, of wHat I made up in tHe past
Groovy Tony with tHe moves, uH
My bank
this
It'll get your temple hit
'Bout to bubble, about to pop just like a pimple get
Send it something so insane I'm so not for simple shit
So teeter
(CHORUS)
I'm HOT NIGGA ITS MY TURN I wouldn't TOUCH ME 'cause MY HAND
MY BURN,I'm COLD you ALREADY KNOW you CAN GO BY WAT you HEARD
DEPENDING ON WAT
said (alright)
And I live by the coast of Nostra Cit' (yeah)
Fuck around I'll knock your shoulder from your head (nigga)
Get it right I'm a soldier
hear me on the Clan album, featurin'
At best I'm kept secretive like Mase and trees
want to hold me in captive in Babylon like Julias Maccabees
That's
MPC Akai
Who I name William after 'cause I get bills from these beats
Fuck the industry, know we keepin' it real up in these streets
Came up in
[indistinguishable] ...there's always someone one million stone heavier than you... [indistinguishable]
- Here's a song which is also from the last album. It tells
it)
Yeah, float 'round the town with a sack (woo, ha, ayy)
You snatchin' my chain, I bet you I get that shit back
Hey, I pull up and finger her cat
unkind
My best lyrics for my next album I'm still trying to find
So if you don't know my name yet
It's Jesus with the three before the E
Don't know how
The suckers shake, while I'm creatin'
They get together and they start debatin'
How can we take him out one time?
So they push up the best with
woah
What you doin' there
I'm takin' this bitch I don't care, Get money and I do not share
he think he the best get put in his place, shout out my
Enough to get you off the fence maybe
But 10 tracks in and you ain't feeling it
I guess it's just not for you
Or you're just damn crazy
Maybe both
Prolly
out my heart write down and spit it clearly
Been out here hated from the start but now the shift is veering
Cuz albums great as this one's hard to make
gon’ win over and over and
Over and then you wake up
You still can’t believe it! You know
Why? Because you was lied
To by Google you was lied
To by Mark
if it's not the first album it'll be the second album, if it's not the second album it'll be the third album. I'm not just trying to say imma come out
she was a freak
Her album flopped, it only did two-thousand the first week (that's it?)
She put a record out dissin' Quavo, bad timin'
Honestly she
and not your girl's age
It gets worse by the annual my career's like a how to manual
So I guess it's understandable man
Oh you gotta love it, you gotta
Fuck your mixtape, that shit's not (fire)
Fuck your album, that shit's not (fire)
Every time, you hear Chip drops (fire)
Touch the mic and ignite that
'til somebody dies
Oh man, I gotta get my soul right
'Fore I'm locked up for my whole life
Every time it seems it's alright
Somebody want they soul
a martian finding home
Sometimes I even gotta fight alone, but that's already known
We getting older now life throwing tests it's wild
I could get a road
to die
And he was trying to get it all
Down on paper that's something the
Average rapper just could
Not do: build an entire
Album around that concept,
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