Lyrics:
to insane, I rain firewater
Tape recorder, can't be saved by a court order
I got my sword cross your throat you joke
We on the run with the golden guns, get
harder to play me
Than to fiddle backwards
Don't act like you knew my tactics
Cause when it hit's the fan
You know I stand last
I see through your true
crisis that I'm in
Don't chime in
Front block like a line men
No longer co-sign it
Album two, you'll get what that line meant
Clearing shit up just like my
Track: “Toddlers (prod. Bri Crisp)”
Artist: Bri Crisp & The Sargent (as Young Associates)
Album: “Summer Solcrisp: Vol. 2”
Year: 2020
[INTRO: SAMPLE
I am 10 albums in now
And no one you know
Gives you anything
Nothing is handed to you
So I gotta take it
And you know
Claim my claim
I am hip-hop
One, Two, Three, Four, Five
Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, ten
Are you ready!
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Jsem a dál budu sick
Uplynulej rok byl sick
do I entertain y'all with my disrespect?
Respectfully (Great John on the beat, by the way)
Lil Nas X gon' catch AIDS and die like Eazy-E (he is)
the
Uke and guitar and like singing stuff
She's great though
That's impressive
High key the best song on the album
Very consistently everyone's favorite
I
lightin' the green
I need the bucket, even though I look right in the beam
Judge find out it's my team, he boost they bails
Niggas throw us on they album
Rebel, renegade, must stay paid
Not by financial aid, but a raid of hits
Causing me to take long trips
I'm the original teacher of this type of style
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
Bleek hit him some more
I've been in the spot, pop the buscuit, the coke out the drawer
Here niggas grimy, we take ends out your pockets
I want the kid's
cocky till gun a gun cocking
Thats enough watching from the sidelines, peeking my eye by
All I knew i had to jump in, I'll be a nice guy
Three albums in I
a few songs now I'm laying in bed and
All I can think is how my brain is shredded, hearing my album is something you've dreaded
Like Proof at The Shelter,
up above
If you coming at me just know that you getting bodied by singer named Truelove
I be so proud of me
You cannot talk to me,
Album of the year
a stripper ooo
She got too attached by I can't cuff you boo
I'm the life of the party you just a party pooper
Now I'm the man better watch your girl I think
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
I needed to grow up a little first
Well, looks like I hit a growth spurt
But I'm coming for closure
Don't suppose an explanation I'm owed for
I think she meant that life isn't passing me by (Passing me by)
But that I'm passing life too fast for me to realize
All we love one day will seize
Being broke hell so...
Only time my stack short at iHop
Now everything for sale, might buy cops
Crazy cuz I started from the bottom by ya hightop
Never
But I gotta learn in order to teach
Then I gotta burn in order to reach
My niggaz
Yo, I see what I see day by day
Hoping that the Lord will pave
Yeah yeah
Uh
Yeah
Sitting on top of albums of shit
You know
Hit me in the AM
You can catch me in a Brougham
Just sipping what I can
Hit me in the AM
Yeah, said I might not be so bad, gotta leave it all I know the past is the past
Been through all the tests and I've been hoping to pass
Till we hit
the opp is inside you
I’ma go get it I grind
I get it all when I get out my mind
Build a bond with myself just to get out this bind
Hit the clock with my
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