Lyrics:
just, I wanna be a better friend to you, like
I really am
I fucking love you dog
It's just a fact
It's sixty seven degrees outside
And I hate you
It's
Stick+, I got the magic wand
I'm the Don
If you see me in the streets rolling
If you see me in the block holding
If you see me rolling by
Remember that you
Take a couple seconds then I hit that purp
Two minutes later, I'ma put in work
I get her into the bed
Then I start fucking her good
She know that I
Eight inches deep the lore
I know of black metal
I learned it all in one single vid
Seven songs into the album
Reviewed by none
I sat through it all
locked
? they had you caged when i stopped
yeah the chain remains plus you a part of my link
they fucked up by givin you too much time to think
i
nobody top that shit
And unless you the girl I'm fuckin'
Then you don't really need to be owned by a bitch like that umm
Like that huh
Take a second
I'm a young boy, straight from north Flo
My heart so cold, R.I.P Fro
I'm from city where I can stay, but can't go
I could leave by myself or take my
dollars")
Niggas will sell their soul to
Go platinum and gold
I'm cold 'cause I got the
Gold and kept my soul
Drop an album full of soul
Sold twelve times
about sacrifice
When everythin' keeps gettin' worse
Jepsy Jewels told me do an album
That's why I had to write a second verse
I've been in the game for
Talk like Tevin
I Run like th Reverend, hip hop heaven
The number of God is not only seven
It's nine and three so come follow me
On a journey
folding
Weigh one thirty, but young nigga shoot that
Chopper like a soldier
I’m surrounded by some killas who
Come straight up out Magnolia
Been livin’ real
a yawn mower
To finish up the final Jetta album to brawl over
Ironic that I'm done but when I drop this sh*t y'all over
Because this sh*t y'all under
plante 13 balles dans le crâne
J'crois plus en la justice (yeah), je crois en la douleur
C7 dans la souffrance que tous les humains sont égaux
Dans ce
Yea yea
Notre point commun baby i don't know
J'ai trop donner y'a plus rien à perdre
Je regarde ma ville on sait ce que c'est chaud
Le meillleur rappeur
house
Before my second album came out
Respect my mind
I took my grandparents out the hood
I'm seein to it that their golden years be all good
So bestill
want a nigga bad
I zig and I zag cause I got expired tags
I'm just tryin' to make it to my nephew Layzie's pad
Dippin' in the old school 6-7 rag
want a nigga bad
I zig and I zag cause I got expired tags
I'm just tryin' to make it to my nephew Layzie's pad
Dippin' in the old school 6-7 rag
hope
Our time spent was not wise
I'll see you later 'cause there's no such thing as "goodbye"
There's no more reaching you
By now you should have gotten
Fi-Di-Di-Di-Dan
Get Em By The Hundred I Aint Talkin Bundles Eitha
Love That Wite Girl, I Got Jungle Fever
[Slick Pulla:]
Ok, Its Blakanomiks Me N Fab Gon Skool Ya
time, but you guzzling down 'yac and
Tryna be accepted by people who tryna do the same
I'm just tryna hit the booth with flames
Plus I suck at being
boom, then your head has exploded
Blood spraying 'round the room, it is turnin' red
One more second 'till your officially dead
My bitch can't hurt me, so
[Yung Joc:]
Alright boys and girls
You finally made it to the end of the album
I hope you learned somethin
But the best is yet to come
(WELCOME
stop me now (who, you?)
Every album offered me a glimpse of heaven
No parentals, uncensored, guess I snuck into the Restricted Section
These Dark Arts
Nights spent honing my craft made me develop
Before I knew it, like 10 years passed, maybe 11
And 7 albums later, I ain't never have a deal for
I look
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