Lyrics:
the window, see the corner that I bent it
It's just so simple when we get so D.E.E.P.
Learn a lesson, pick up the album when it hits the streets like
one-on-one
Take this dope, hit a one on one
Ain't nothing else to do, she wanna cum for fun
I'm by myself, I brung no one
Nigga, she want me like Givenchy
In
niggas barking at me, I’m a Great Dane
I could tell by how she looking at me, she got great brain
She like “why you smoking Mary Jane?” cause I hate pain
scripture was in the plan
Somehow I thought I'd kill it without it
I'll explain it on the second album
Nineteen hits feels like my greatest outcome
Say
This the Outro on the
Album Of The Year
When truth seekers meet gate keepers with loaded heaters
Haters never check us it's tricky like my Adidas
grad
Sleeping in the living room of my momma's pad
Reality struck I seen the white car crash
Hit the light pole two nigga's hopped out on foot
The morbid and uplifting
Separated by a thin line that moves according to your focus and intentions
It ain't all black and white
Matter fact life's mostly grey
everybody mentioning
The US and UK, songs hitting play
A shout out from Gabe up at Penny Arcade
Second album, late nights, moving through the hours
Side by
a meeting getting my ass kissed (no homo)
By a white man 'cause his daughter fuck with my ad-libs (uh-oh)
I done dropped dick in her friend, I'm like, "My
they gon have yo ass gone
Light jokes
You keep playin with them white folks
Can't even take the piss
They gon’ test your urine
Cut all the sponsorship
rocked with the greats backed up by The Roots crew
Blowing a tree with Tariq, overseas we would speak
It was mostly the voice, so unique
I could hear you
rocked with the greats backed up by The Roots crew
Blowing a tree with Tariq, overseas we would speak
It was mostly the voice, so unique
I could hear you
Hitting up the tarmac
I'm a Super Spy
Like James Bond with a private eye
For the best eloquent is how I fly
Private jet gassed up, time to hit
God given
This is hard livin', mixed with Cristal sippin'
It's the most consistent, Hov
Give you the most hits you can fit inside a whole disc
lean on top of these ice cubes
Beat done by Chucky
Did the show, hit the door
Bagged your bitch (easily)
And she ain't never leavin' me
Yo I came
lean on top of these ice cubes
Beat done by Chucky
Did the show, hit the door
Bagged your bitch (easily)
And she ain't never leavin' me
Yo I came
of sinners baby I'm a Cole album
When my album drops, niggas know it'll be a cold album
Negative energy, nigga I can't have it
When I prophesy, feeble minds
really thought by 21 I'd be in a prison hall or a wooden coffin
The Great Pretender, I just shrug it off, my brain exhausted
My heart been bleeding since
at your engineer:
A Japanese guy with glasses on with straight leg jeans and a beer
Got you on Hit Factory with four groupies with acne
Thinking you
night
Hit by the A-Train, crashed in an airplane
I wouldn't recommend either one
Killed by a Great White or a meteorite
I guess there ain't no way
It's not usual, the game be, all up on some South shit
Straight west coasting, you can tell by my outfit
Red 'nati fitted, "Blood in, Blood out"
I be lookin' like bye-bye
By the way, namaste, where your momma stay?
Tell her Ronnie comin' round the way, lucky day
I be comin' with the God body
Me
catch up like
The sauce from a tomato
I see myself in Great White
You shrimp just like alfredo
And the way that I'm getting bread
Like I'm a jar of mayo
under white covers
Prodigy: Was a thumper
Till he met the 40 thunder
Havoc: Now I feel strange when I walk by his mother
It's fucked up
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