Lyrics:
fuckin' way
But here I am, workin' in the studio
And your album ain't out because you're movin' slow
By the time you make one I'll be on ten
Hit the studio
fish
I'm from down by the water, C Port represent
Yeah, at first I took a hit, got a blunt that I just rolled up
Grab my cup, take me a sip, yeah, this
low
It’s all mumbles,
So what if this album goes big? I’d be humbled
For a second. Take a second. You perplexed?
My girl hasn’t hit me on a text
In so
to go but up
As you fly over town
It gets harder to frown
And we'll all hit the heights
If we never look down
Let the past take a bow
The forever
Bandito
pull up with the heat oh and I bet I’ll get them out they seat though
Tell em we need more, bottle service by our seats though, my Shawty got
To those leading revolutions
Skitcha’s gunna’s music
Ammunition can be found in decisions made
Fired shots can hit targets from light-years away
Far from
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
Yeah, DC stand up for your boy Ka Ree
I go by the name of Kanye To The
The Roc is in the building
And as far as I'm concerned
We about to bring that
The Feds Still Watchin, Well Imma Give Em Somethin
Check Billboards, Numba 1 Album In The Country
The Radio Ban, The Snow Video Play
Guess Wat Fuck Niggas We
watch your mouth
We ain’t in for the clout
Thinkin digits Big Amounts
Smoke Mary Jane whenever I’m in doubt
Still making hits
Mike Trout
Left her lookin
[Speaking Adlib]
Yeah, DC, Stand up for your boy Ka Ree
I go by the name of Kanye Tutter
the rock is in the building
and as far as I'm concern we
the free-throw line and bang
Now, I bust and crush tracks, nothin' really changed
Except, twelve-inch scars on my body
What I mean by that, I was hit by some
must've made my money longer
Mary vocals stronger, Timbaland beats harder
Tyler write through the scripts
Wyclef make them hit's
If I knew I wasn't sure I'd
boots that I'm itching to rummage
Two quid in my back pocket who knows what I'll spend it on
A well-used telescope or maybe even Tron
On DVD, because I've
pulled up on boo (Ear Drummers)
New Mary jeans, designer socks too
I got the swag flu, this a haiku
I'm somethin' like you, might drink and drive too
never stay, Yeah
Might as well get away let them hate
I'm Rick James I love Mary Jane
Lemon Haze, AK, fuckin' every strain
What were we talking about?
crackers think they sick,
By trying to make this bullshit affordable.
I thank the Lord that my voice was recordable.
Come an get your soul food well
compete
Then we got AP, he a G on them keys
When he not in the stu, you can catch him on the green (Four)
Makin these hits over by the sea
Maybe you asking
trippin onna thing
Keep you close to me lol baby treat you like my Mary Jane
You suit me like the perfect drug but ya too lethal
Started sippin on mud when
stadiums just like Billy Joel
Quincy Jones would be in my studio
Recording Phill Collins on the drums for my album
All paid for by my own discography
Oh
it to the face
When they got caught they got hit with like ten
Ain't for shit but just stunting to their friends
Another day go by
I ain't really bout
at the table...
Well they took him on a cross to a calvary Mary watched the stone by night and day
An angel came and told her on third day he had risen
But
wife-beaters, white t-shirts, white-
I'm the greatest
So you sold 10 million albums, eh? (What?)
Only problem is, you put out 10 million albums, eh? (Haha)
FULL CLIP, PLUG 'DAT PUSS!!
Hit it from the back and blow out that bush
Tappin' nedens, taggin' nedens, that be my thing
Know my bitches from they
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