Lyrics:
for an album, didn't need my rhyme book
Uphill both ways by foot
Sleepin' on me, turned nightmares to dreams
Like I'm misunderstood
Motivate myself,
when they pass by
Get mad that I get green, you dealing with the Hulk
I put my anger in the music, nigga this is the result
Did a hundred thousand
Musty fusty yet so crystal clear
The non commercial set is now here
Brought to you by the will of positve people
K are S plus One equals
this, "Keep something crisp on your wrist"
Now we on album six, the top team on your list
Probably grab another hun' though
Industry cutthroat, watch
snickers with no nuts no satisfaction.
I hustle and flow, mighta been by my cheese since I was knee high.
Weed what you need, hit me I'ma drop off
fore wall, necklace wearin' beard
You don't want this money till it's rich
Buy my album, coded by Dirty, set you free
Go against the grain, I got
to Florida City, Opa-Locka
By way to Overtown and look at this city
Open to Grove and the South Miami
Wedwood Highlear, look Eddie, look 'Bana
Some many ice
Talking:Cuz I'm tellin you man they ain't nothing else to talk about
the same shit every motherfuckin album, I don't give a damn how many he put
out
only time will tell, but until then I'll be stackin' my mail
by album album sells, Magnolia wear dwells
I love them bricks, I love the ghetto hoes
'cause
Yeah I be rolling these trees and to hit it you gotta pay fares
I'm the eagle in the sky ready to attack all these lions tigers and bears
Ugh
Started
and maybe the off whites
Yo girlfriend mama like me
Cause I talk nice
Dropped my first album
And I went and copped ice
My homies used take lunch money
Rollin
by Yes
I made some sense of all my mess mess mess mess (Oh yeah)
So it's true
When you hit that poor ol' roo
It's not the places where you make new
Damn
We ma-we made it
We finished the fucking album
Umm
Yeah I just wanna throw this on here
So let's have some fun
Some weird ass shit in here
Let's
This Album, is a specific album
Dedicated to a specific person
Just know that the reason why I’m heartless, is due to you
Ima need a Wave on this
a mock gun
My first album still slugging like it came with a shotgun
Girls love to talk about my ILL MIND Like HOP-Sin
5 albums Just starting best believe
messages asking what's coming next
I gotta say, I don't know, I don't plan this shit
But an album is coming, don't you worry about it
But without all that
never run away from no s**t
The grass is greener on the other side cause it's fertilized by the bulls**t
Woah s**t, Woah s**t
There go Liphy talkin'
my album's gonna flop
wondering if I'm gonna hit Billboard top,(I don't know)
why this world got so much hate
if there was that much love it would all
gonna take the streets then I'm gonna take the world
Then I'll get my dough and then I'll get my girl
Then I'll do it again and make hit after hit
and forth like I’m Bobby Boucher
In the studio workin on a new album
Then hit the club we runnin circles around em
Take the DJ’s mic tell them they ain’t
and it sittin' by my cock
Got to hit my tippy toes
Got to let the hippies know
I'm sellin' gas for less than 30, you can also get the rock
She wan' come up
Walking wit steppas you can’t reach this level
You hit the wrong button you get played like a album
Hoes throwing salt pick a stone like Rosetta
I
From the 901
Back to back
On a title run
Sleep through the day
I ain’t see the sun
Locking in the house
Till the album done
Don’t hit my line for about
P
He hit me one night
Talking bout hey what's happening
And all I had to do was be like
Hey come by
I wish change sometimes
So many years that shit
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