Lyrics:
from Far Rock hoppin'
Over the turnstile
To set up shop up top by the Jamaican spot
My joints have been a
Bop, from vinyl, cassettes, cDs and streams
to my CD
You see right now ain't no other rappers hot but me
Oh yeah, Pac and B.I.G. RIP
But if you ain't feeling the same way press Eject
I'll even give
down memory lane
Logic arrived and he fucked up the game, simple and plain
Never scared to do it different, no two albums sound the same
I got tracks
guys last
Year, two years ago
Three -whatever you guys were seeing
Someone being suffocated by a
Perception being suffocated by people in
A position that
Oh yeah you know where I'm from
You know where I stay
Nigga, I'm posted in the A
Sittin low in my phantom ridin high
Every time I ride by nigga, I'm
Give me the cue
Skip the introduction
Proceed the lip function
The junction get rushed by some grimy people busting weed
Splatter your melons like
going to conquer them by any means
Barley got a year in this rap game
And already have two songs released
Including another five songs EP
And still
Let me put it in perspective
They tell me niggas talking
But my hearing is selective lane switch
Main bitch appearing in my section
Your album never
and suckin me the greatest nigga yeen know
Of course you seen us in the magazines I be you got our posters
Or maybe two or three cd's why you niggas tryna
on your new album for two years strong
You still can't come up with the right song
You know what they say, "Study long, study wrong"
All aboard
Been working on your new album for two years strong
You still can't come up with the right song
You know what they say, "Study long, study wrong"
All
on your new album for two years strong
You still can't come up with the right song
You know what they say, "Study long, study wrong"
All aboard
get cold like 2 degree
Nah Fuck this shit I ain't showing up
Just Write me up for truancy No you and me
Big ass platinum of my album
Hanging in my
Thinkin' they can play two notes on a keyboard,
And come up with a song like ours,
Your mixtape stinks like a fart (fart noise),
My album's a slut in
two years
That's why they say my name, when I come through here
When I was 16, I wanted to be a mack
I went to Fremont High with Lil' D and Black
a drink
I'm on the turntable smokin' get-right
And at mid-night I'll be rappin' on the mic
I did the same thang, for the next two years
That's why they say
I got the glock with the dick and it match with my outfit
Could've killed a pussy rapper out Towson
I could get dee tranada knocked out by ronda
Easy, Breezy
Who’s this boi tryna tease me? (Who?)
Send shots then he’s out like Wheezy
Coming back in get spun like a CD
Get sent west side no
when they pass by
Get mad that I get green, you dealing with the Hulk
I put my anger in the music, nigga this is the result
Did a hundred thousand
wanna be me
Know you fake, Instagram page told ya secret
No booty shakin' music when you pop my CD in
Play a crook by the book, I'm sittin' back
I checked the CD shelf
Alone in a thrift store
Reading Garth Brooks
Boygroups and more
I wanted to give up
When I found the albums
With their cases
what
At YTC O FYI this DC CD's DIY
In NYC we LOL ASAP OK THX BYE
Working on the next album, working on the next cut
The track about X-Men cartoons with
pick
It up, pick it up, pick it up!
We gotta really love each other more
Pick it up, pick it up, pick
It up, pick it up, pick it up!
When you see my CD
Co w oczy się rzuca co? Pierwsza różnica
To ja a to ty 2 miejsce pochodzenia
3 kwestia wychowania to ulice i wspomnienia
Bez pierdolenia koniec
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