Lyrics:
so I'm wishin' you well
I'm back, grindin' hot and tuck in yo' tail
I'm back, soon as I hit da crowd gon' yell
I'm back, hotter than a nigga in hell
performed two songs and most hate it
I'm despised by the heavens, my tombstone is post-dated
I told flex he had to wait to get my album, but I guess he
a publicity stunt? This should be fun
Last album now 'cause after this you'll be officially done
Eminem killed by Eminem
Matthew Mitchell, bi-, I even have
people to buy
Well how's this for a publicity stunt? This should be fun
Last album now 'cause after this you'll be officially done
Eminem killed by
Give me the cue
Skip the introduction
Proceed the lip function
The junction get rushed by some grimy people busting weed
Splatter your melons like
a legend?
I just got ten number one albums, maybe now eleven
More hits than a "Now! Eleven"
That is no reason to treat me like I'm somehow from outta
dance like if I was Albert Alien
People just love it when the Biz starts to play
With my (beatboxing), and by the way
Skeezing with a girl is
capable of
When they all put they head to rest
We rose up
Dropping shit that y’all love
Abt just hit 5k
And I’m counting by the minute
10k
20k
30k
19,19,19
sleep)
By the time I’m done mercking this song we gonna need to find somebody to clean it up
Yeah
First album debut uh (Let's go)
Gonna blow like a nuke uh
But by the time you hear it I hope it switch
I guess I ought to go do some rapper shit, get a couple of tats and do my taxes late
Hoping y'all listen,
Grand Rising
Grand Rising
I woke up, heard this beat
And decided to rap
And this mini project is an appetizer before the albums
Yes, that was plural
climb, the
Unsuspecting rise by hundreds, from the finite
Ensemble of files, eyewitnesses find as
Hits, but the limelight can flicker in upon a
Disguise,
Yo I get more props than a movie studio
My rhymes are gore soaked like a film by Lucio
I'll fuck a bitch with an empty gun then shoot her with her
tell?
Whole team turning 30 like that album by Adele
Its 90Sitcom like fresh prince or saved by the bell
Them streams don't count if you just playing em
On the real I keep it real under the moon and the sun
It's in my DNA and blood live by the money and gun
Study Art Of War so every single battle is
they won't
stop it
Though it's just my dad's mum and la mama de la mama'
Played your mum my album and she's like "T come on
by!"
And I'll come
enough
Drive-by's, blood-spattered on my shoe, I'm not hood enough
But why cry?
I Waka Flocka Flame, hit your block up
Thug life, it's in my veins, go
don't touch the crown
By the way, that's Uncle Brown
A gyal dem a run me down, cuh
(I got it, yeah) this is soul baby
The kind of soul that gave
Stella
as you think
Just put my words together you’ll see
I am not gonna be Desiigner and put up one good hit
Then tomorrow realize my that music ain’t shit
I’m
the studio with another good hit
Yea, my voice used to sound like i was jacking my shit
I mean, just admit, the last Dashayxd album was "ehhhh"
But by
dropping hits like bombs you know that they go'n blow up
Aye but when I blow up
Don't act like you know me
I got it by my lonely
You ain't help me you was
now I ain't fucking with a bitch ass hoe
Drills arnt my thing but this album I'll put it aside
Imma fly high and then glide by I will never die
Gunshots
failed
Called you by surprise
Now the Devil in your eyes
Devil in your pie, see a coochee
Hit the broad
Stupid that you feelin' to live
In the crack
albums in
I can tell you things
Bout people you run with
I can see a fling, a flame, a spark
And all the sum of it
Ran ya tape by my dawgs
They didn't
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