Lyrics:
it's ya biggest fan
It's not even necessary to introduce who I am
by now, cuz we're good friends
Remember the letter I wrote, before Atlanta on Up In
around
'Cause the block got it's eyebrows down, ya heard me?
It ain't clean in these streets, it's mean in these streets
Glocks up, hats down, fiends in
If I make it to heaven
I hope they're still drinking brew
I hope I get to see Nick
Me and him have a few
Talk about '96
The shit that y'all
school house was full, and they would come.
And we bought up every album, every picture, every single;
Their autographs were the only things free.
But
ain't got to get all extremely too personal on your albums
When you not surrounded by bigger artists to fucking boost you
Nigga you called me, I didn't
And secretary at the front of the entrance staring right at me
I walk up she whispers go ahead and then gives me a wink
I put my life on the line
I roll them
girlfriend's up in heaven so we're doing long distance
I been praying every day, but the angels never listened
So like Nike I just did it, only God was my
I'm still 'bout it my mans, thought this shit was mad love
'Til I seen my album advance
They took radio from me, I stayed proud of my stance
I kept
(Where are you?)
Oh-oh
Oh
The Divine Feminine, an album by Mac Miller
Oh-oh (The Divine Feminine)
(The Divine Feminine) Oh
Am I supposed to?
with me
You already know what's up with me
You brought all your homies with you because
You didn't do it without your company
Scarface fuck you gon do
bitch would
But you niggas too weak, but just give me 2 weeks
And I'm good
I'll make an album that'll put a smile on Malcolm
Make Martin Luther tell
I asked Gibbons if it was too
Soon and he said, "No, no, no"
Amy Winehouse died age 27
Now she's up there with
Patrick Swayze in heaven
This is my
it
Yeah, it turns me on
Alright, hold tight
I'm a highway star, yeah
Nobody gonna take my girl
I'm gonna keep her to the end
Nobody gonna take
kill ya, I'll chop ya up
Put ya inside the mattress like drug money nigga
Yeah, I done told you niggas
Nine or ten times stop fucking with me
I
kill ya, I'll chop ya up
Put ya inside the mattress like drug money nigga
Yeah, I done told you niggas
Nine or ten times stop fucking with me
I
Ten drinks in me, I'm drunk
I left the party early tonight
All those empty conversations
I'm watching the cars and
The trucks whizz by
And I thought ten
oh you gangsta, then shoot me
Who gives a fuck really, I miss my nigga Twin, kill me
So I can join the rest of my falls, up in the heavens
You rap
on the news
All my albums do numbers and you can call for proof
What you make in a month, for me a day of work
Say the word, I could let your bitch have a day
and yeah I prayed
'Cause heaven seems a million miles away
I dreamed of all the things that I would say
On that day
But for now I'm cooking up in hells
music.
Check me out.
Yeah
Let me get this rockin’ like blessings blessings trickle down from heaven
With a little more faith I could flood the gate
I’m
Let me smoke a blunt right now and get in my zone
Akademiks said Freddie Gibbs got beat up by Jim Jones (word)
I'm not a big fan of his the streets
'Zy rollin' with my cateye, deadeye
Ain't afraid to flame a rat up
But I hot out fathom
My album hit the shelves
We hustle for record sales
Hit my
when I would open up
I'm soaking up every single memory and kept that same energy
Although the day we met you wasn't feeling me
I said I loved your
o'clock in the morning
I woke up
because Amos and Archie had started barking
That made me very angry
because I wasn't feeling well and I told them
I
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