Lyrics:
and Will
They don't believe us but that's a fed bar scratch that take it to the cleaners
We poppin' up from underground no potatoes needed hip-hop
With some
Frayser Boy album, "Me Being Me"
Came out a couple of months ago, so get that, with that single
The hit, "I Got That Drank" on it, it's goin' down
Comin'
modesty
Cause I'm the truth nigga honestly
And ain't another rapper toppin me
I might be pissed about some album sales but I done well nigga and undoubtedly
of fans, journalists and well wishers have gathered merely to catch a glimpse of the artists formerly known as fresh prince.
This album premiere marks Will
say that it's Vietnamese
I be tryna keep peace
Before they be deceased
Black Nikes in the field,
Like I'm wearing some cleats
Can't beef with them boys
back and pull strings
Yeah yeah
Used to have that fuckin' title by name
Yeah yeah now that's nothin' but some
Fire to my flame, Yeah yeah
You ain't
When the lights shut off
And it's my turn to settle down
My main concern
Promise that you will sing about me
Promise that you will sing about me
do a lot more and that's just how it be
I'm Mary Blige and you just ain't runnin' up in me
I need a man who's lookin' out with some security
So come
give some in some exchange that I want ( Awe Yea )
I can turn you to superstar movie star all in one ( Its Up )
A billionaire is what you gonna be I know
that I'm about to be signed by one of the biggest pop producers at that time, my mother is sitting next to me and she couldn't be less impressed. She's
Think it is when it ain't all peaches and cream
That's why some are found floating face down in the main stream
They swan divin'
As if they name be
the Lord more than one day out the week
Maybe that's why a nigga ain't repenting
The churchhouse be having some fine ass women in it
And that's why
you're reading me
I'm fucking sick and tired of your
Crew trying me, Nelson B
Better flee, cause that motherfucker
boom on your black ass, bitch
You could get the finger, the middle (come and get some)
I thought I hit rock bottom, they ban my album, point
the skyscraper who's the amazing
Willie Stubz blazin the hazin
Hot like the mutha fuckin hell
That I be raising pimp shorty short be like
Please don't deport me
My
outselling you
By 29 I had three albums that had blew
Now let's talk about somethin' I don't really do
Go in someone's daughter's mouth stealin' food
But
And you can tell by the bodies that are left around
When some clown jumps up to get beat down
Broken down to his very last compound
See how it sounds?
action
By seeing it as a challenge, you
Will have converted this negative
Into a positive
Purely by a mental process that will
Result in positive action
I could go through two-week
Things where I could just get fucked
Up and then explore that
And then be done with that when I got
Over it then make some
baby's all doped up, strung out on the world
Trying to make some quick cash for a hit of that stash
Listen, baby, you growing up much too fast
Uh, this
like Willie
Nelson, so what the hell son, no bore ya
Anoy ya when I spill the beans like lawyer
I saw ya, tried to pick my style, hit the balls
I guess
So stigetty step up and get your nostrils damaged.
Shootin', lickin', bustin', sprayin', all of that,
And then some, dead, dead, dead, one by one.
The glass of milk lyric, I've come to resent it
But I've had some trouble sleeping since that song ended
8 year old me would be heartbroken I'm not a writer
I
you’re climbing through that Willie door
Those boys were drawn like moth to flame
To the old dance hall with a funny name
Somehow, they knew just what
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