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Yeah, I'll start by taking back
It's Spring of '17
Sitting shotgun there in my car
You said celebrities are sad, no matter how big or small
Sunday morning’s a reminder of your love
My savory Sunday ice cream cone
This feeling won't leave me alone
It’s something that you, that's got me
Oh so
on the board and jumped right into the deep end. Before they could react. I just started swimming. They love that story.
At this time in my life, I kept saying
your album drop?"
As soon as you finish swelling
I'm finished thank you
Pull your draws up on your waist
Wipe that shit up out your face
And let's go get
all in the crown
Talk of the town
Soakin' you down wit the toast 'til you drown
Ghost you and put your corpse in force that'll open the ground
Save
frame have you turn in to a patient
Keep your eyes open watch these suckers keep hating and when the blicky get hot it burn like satan
Contemplating
Analyzed by report cards, hard to live a life
when you're forced to..
UAHH, within the, PIPES of the system
Where as a vision with classism
which means
?, about fourteen
Flop through your hood, bumpin' this shit, smokin sticky green
Thugs be hustlin', muggin' and puttin' muscle in
No time for
the shelf, not enough slugs
Yous a bitch you ain't gon do shit suck a dick
'Cause I been had your bitch in the lobby on drugs
I ain't no plug, I ain't no
the Seeds)
To all the teams (that's getting cream)
From outlaw (to emcee's)
Make it happen (do your thing), understand
(And know that I love you)
Ladies
failed
Called you by surprise
Now the Devil in your eyes
Devil in your pie, see a coochee
Hit the broad
Stupid that you feelin' to live
In the crack
care 'bout nothing 'cept to get this album out dog
Fuck e'ry body in the world of this outlaw
Coming to you live from my home studio
In south side
your head {*BLAM*}
I got a special guest for y'all
He go by the name of Drag dash, get 'em man!
Guess who's back in your building ya big pimping
move with the Maestro
you feelin high so
ascend the blend the presendo is nice yo
so nice that you wanna sweat when I start to wreck
symphony in
thrown, here's a light
Check your 25 to life, over ice cream cones
What you know about this microphone, royalties and the right to own
When you're platinum
by their roots
All the roots live underground, water down me no salute!
They pimping the culture, the same vulture who stole ya agriculture
My vocab is
up
I get up, uh, uh, I get up, uh, uh
Ayo motherfuckin' Trump
Said that shit on my last album but you wasn't tapping in
Fuck a mumble let's make
and a stick, finna up them up
Pull up take your bitch, give her dick, make her fall in love
Go by n0cap, but I'm the superstar, I'm going up
N0cap and yt back
and the alimony
Is why I'm broke, but I don't care because
My impact is mandatory in a age of fake and
I'm perplexed by the hate
Why flex in your songs if
They
the
Minutes take so long to drift away
Please be patient with your life
It's only morning and you're still to live your day
In the ev'ning I will fly you
time and invested the cheque
In two thousand six I recorded Reflect
My first studio album don't you ever forget
iQ is the clique we got your respect
Now
wicked deams (deamons)
I keep my pistol by my bedside one in the chamber
Preoccupied with homocide my life's in danger
Rollin down the four-five beware
holding the fo'-five
You know who I am bitch, I'm Mr. Westside
(This West West or nothin' - get your pistols, get your flag)
(Gangstas we love to sag, we
holdin' the fo'-five
You know who I am bitch, I'm Mr. Westside
This West West or nothin' - get your pistols, get your flag
Gangstas we love to sag, we
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