Lyrics:
like a minute
Song for the Ville by J. Cole hit me different
The descriptions of an 8-mile kid's album infinite
Gives me the inspiration that I might
say, "Isn't he something?"
Rock from New York City all the way down South
Saying rhymes and making music, with my mouth
I'm a tell you party people
hard on the reg
While you check for CDs
I'm sellin' books instead
I travel the country by car, by foot and leg
What's worse than being behind is being
I know you're really stressed
You're still a kid, just know it's okay if you feel upset
You hate your teeth, you hate your shape
Yeah that much is
of the sorts
I was a band kid, drumming on cans kid, play in the sand kid, singing in a fan kid
I didn't think this music would turn out like this, out like
that's how you know it's been a good walk
And the lyrics on this album are wack, like, I've been having a hard time with the music shit, the flows are bad
after they hear my music
Fresh off the block I’m the new kid
Too much drip i need a cruise ship
Get outch ya feelings you can hang cuz we too lit
They be
only one way's gonna fit my name Hussein
Ride by, with the block, I can't stop
Not even for the cop's will
I close down shop
Yo, I broke nights to get
Yeah, ok, ok
Come on, come on, come on
Come on, come on, come on
Come on, come on
Pulling up, to the block
City boy, fuck it up fuck it up fuck it
Make a move baby, mix some tunes baby
Feeling loose, lemme choose, L.A. views today
We're the news, baby, out on Tuesday babe
She's amused, by
troops, you end up on the news
Too many days they done slept on the kid
Too many times i gave my best to a bitch
This music is the only thing left that i
music for the occasion,
provided by a reggae band that was 100% caucasian.
It felt terribly sick,
celebrating freedom with music by people who were slaves
back down until I see your
Hands up
Hit 'em with the new shit
Stand behind the music
You gotta get behind
Cross your heart, hope to die
Splash
couldn't tell what
It's almost like he fell up, or maybe he flew down
Same kid from that small town wit a new crown
Doing it like it's natural
Stomping
Damn time's done changed these thugs do what they like
Some of them be your friends to try and find a new wife
And still hit the block and slang
like Kanye
Music on another level
Yeah, I'm tryna take this shit further beyond Ye
I just might fuck around and drop this shit on 'em by surprise like
dope for years
I got good relationship with auntie kids
Bought they ass some video games
New clothes and shoes with good shoe strings
Auntie said, "Pap,
par-ty
They thought it was a record, they ain't know it was me
When they came by the DJ, and saw who it is
They said, "Make the music with your mouth,
Dreams... And by the way that was off the new Maiden England video which we shall talk about in a
minute... you know, after a year you pushed it up to number
the young ones are growing
We're the kids in America (whoa)
We're the kids in America (whoa)
Everybody live for the music-go-round
Bright lights,
lock and I load
"Pop Shit" explode
Dot, Big Sean, Electron', feel like I gotta "Control"
My music connect with the people
Just bridgin' like the top
For the hood, for the kids
Let's win
Let's win
Let's win
Let's win
Credits Roll
Six albums, in how many years?
We havin' fun
A crazy run
Time
at a time and be quiet?
I got kids and a family not busy? I'm lying
Well keep dropping music because you a little fire
Well hey man goodlooks I guess I'll
With yellow eyes my green face my pink and white afro
I'm no toy kid your style is made by Hasbro
G'niff gnapp you think you got that real
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