Lyrics:
bout that
You say I was the best to do it
Running back
Every time it is much greater
Look at that
Ima knock it out of the park
Where we at
This album
and my man Rick got millions of gold albums
(That's a lie) I'm gettin' cold money every day
(You're a liar)
You'll need a wheel barrow for all that shit in
like a dead body coming for its murderer
Shit, you seen Chino lately? You gotta see him
What you get to make an album, I get in one day's per diem
Go
what you see in the streets
Despite what you influenced by, the life of crime has many downs
A little bit of ups, and everything you do got
an acronym
Flow so trill I should patent it
Never serve bubble rap when I package it
Blows by the truckload when the track is sent
In other words, you all
huh, yeah
Bet I got a number one album
Bet I fall down but overcome every challenge
Bet I hit the Grammies suited up
Get a bag then juice it up by
this album in a frame
Watch me spit, this finna be flames
Saved by the bell, you know this one gon' be swell
Every story that I tell, spitting rhymes
stu
I locked myself inside this booth
Cut communication with a few
And by the time you hear this shit
I'm workin' album number 2
Like Babyface I get
Real love don't have an image
Not magic witness by havin’
Bitches or grabbin' riches
If it's about your own self-validation
You’re bound to fail
a war
And 200,000 more to even look hard
You better drop your flag and withdraw
My cavalry charge accompanied by a blizzard of wicked metaphors
yo man...
The main thing we want y'all to take from this album
You don't take shit else from this record, man
If you don't get nothin' else, man
burned
You're still the one for me
Words and music by richard reisser and robert alsterberg
That she hopes we're friends still, by the time we're 30
I acted in humility, she left cause of curfew
I was gonna say, Ciara, no one deserves you
You
and all my fans are feelin it
Bitch got a bad habit, go away with the next I'm cool with it
Back on the grind or back on the mic put that album on repeat
When I was in that jungle we was toting all sticks
You talking beef I'm getting cars flipped
Have a nigga screaming out ooh awe shit
The album coming
re-upholstered my pussy)
You know what, I gotta thank Yeezy
And when I see that nigga I'ma thank him
I'ma buy the album
I'ma download that motherfucker, I'ma
KRS One is just the guy to lead a crew
Right up to your face and dis you
Everyone saw me on the last album cover
Holding a pistol
Something far
could be working even better
And I think you should look at me as an opportunity to find that out
I don't mean any disrespect by that
I'm just saying I
labels hang you by a rope now
Sold out
These labels leave your body coked out
No doubt
And on the day you overdose, count
All the album sales
over little tweaks nobody gon' notice but me
Just to put an album out and nobody notice but me
I ain't even been posting these days cause why
When you
'll understand why you act like that
Beware lock your doors tuck your chainz proceed with caution
It ain't safe. keep the fifth by the Bible
It's a home
rousey
She got my album took down but it didn't surprise me
How you gang banging you never got beat in
How you say you don't know Baghdad but you want
Niech nikt nie przeszkadza
Kol-kolej-kolejny album się skrada
Who's that? Laska, Whitehouse
Who's this? Ero
Who's that? Falcon1
Y'all you know the deal
The way they used it all up and didn't pay the man
And after two platinum albums, you call me weak
Cause I don't sell records in the East
Now what's
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