Lyrics:
Less Yes's, more No's
and less Yes's
More No's and less Yes's...
A studio audience's general anesthia itch
Remedied by 'chop sui generis'
what you see in the streets
Despite what you influenced by, the life of crime has many downs
A little bit of ups, and everything you do got
the thorough?
BK forever representin' my borough
Push fly whips, quick to stack my chips
Too easy for you to understand my hits
When the album drops every
account done ate a moose, uH
WHy the car ain't got a roof, uH
Crib still ain't got a boost, uH
Black Hippy witH tHe caps lock, wHen my album came
Best
like zombies
Don't walk by me (I ain't your everyday timer-timer)
I never do my own dirt cause that won't work
I got kids runnin for mine, fuck doin they
brother's starving, hungry, and sick
Cause ain't nobody coming by the house giving free shit
So he gettin kinda skinny and my brother's almost dead
Got no
so I'ma keep on stunting
Go sell some dope, pimp a bitch, hit a lick or something
Remember Grandma asked me, "Boy, you must be rich or something"
Beats being me
Rich by 24 now bests being me
Nigga I was just broke now
"When my Album drop bitches gone by it for the picture
And niggas gone buy it
to the jaw
I know ya just bustas perpetrating like ya raw
Mash it, Trash it, search couldn't pass it
The trick's last album didn't even go plastic
Some
Real love don't have an image
Not magic witness by havin’
Bitches or grabbin' riches
If it's about your own self-validation
You’re bound to fail
you stuck in a three
So you know your floss game ain't nuttin to me
When the sun hits the cross, yo it's something to see
are-be , Kid Capri niggas
So all hail or get tossed towards Hell, whatever y'all feel
Briusin' niggas, confusin' niggas like Chip Fu from the Fu-Schnickens
Hit you with
so tired
Music is supposed to inspire
How come we ain't gettin no higher?
I know you think that you've got it all
And by making other people feel
a album don't you call this one a tape
RIP Sad Frosty copped a crib up by the lake
This hit gon last forever bump in 2028
Aye I done came too far just to go
Hop back on the scene
Hold up, let me talk my shit
'Cause man, I got to let y'all know
Exactly who you fuckin' with
Kept the real shit for my album
always fun
When it comes to nuts, I bust'em one by one
So what's the 4-1-1 hun
CHORUS
[Mary J. Blige]
Yeah nigga, what makes you better than the next
on some other shit
I be on some other shit
She shut it down she like who them bitches
I'm like I don't know
She hit me with that face like who you kidding
had drive ambition
Money making mission
Wasted potential
Monumental
Transcendental mediation
Looked beyond
My eyelid
Surrounded by zombies
Rick Grimes
tattoos
Do not act rash boy your life is hanging by a thread
You get two strikes on the third filleting you instead
Thunderclap flash, zenny stance
burger king inside the dairy queens
Gotta stack the money up by any means
Hate my friends but in love with my enemies
Hit the city create us some
dance
I say miss lady nice to meet cha
I was just driving by
Thru the corners of my eye
Seencha made me look back
Bust a U lower my speakers
She say her
better or join the zombies at your door
All will burn
Cleansed with fire
Post-humanity is our nearest destiny
Hit the gas
All will burn
Cleansed
heading up above, aye
I don't need to tell, I just do it 'outta love, aye (I just do it 'outta love)
This is for the niggas, who inspired by the thugs, aye
your grave
The FN got bullets that fit in the K
The F it got AC my car ain't on E
Can't catch what I spit then get hit in the face
Shots by the dozens
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