Lyrics:
Red blade with the wind, rain
Ima sensei by the pen way
Ima kick it, not Lui Kang
Like a centaur, with a feng shui
With low top and a flute playing
Red blade with the wind, rain
Ima sensei by the pen way
Ima kick it, not Lui Kang
Like a centaur, with a feng shui
With low top and a flute playing
that's nice, its holographic
I'm working in the shade
So, I guess it looks like magic
And if I made an album
I just hope it'd be a classic
Life goes up
Who dat running through your view?
Who dat mobbing with his crew?
Who dat talk it like he walk like he got something to prove
Want an album? Give 'em
Welcome to D.R.E.A.M.'s Really Exercise A Mind
The art expressed on this album was intended to be viewed while the eyes are closed
This album may
the biggest
I'm counting my blessings
Better move tac
This chess not checkers like
Give them sway
Yeah he got the answers like
Now that you know my name
No we
shit
It's war time, best believe we ain't on no truce shit
Before yo' next move, think twice
'Cause that bum ass album you got could be yo' life
Uh uh uh uh
I play these games like it’s russian roulette
Come and collect, the dope
For your brothers in debt
Hung by the neck, the rope
Choke ya
time’ll have me flat by the life line
So I’m like fine
Got a bottle of the white wine
Coming live from the middle of the night time
Full cup but I find it
by myself and I
Can't stop, no, fucking with these bitches, gotta
Lock down, cause my heart been feeling extra stronger
Want you, but I know I can do
motherhood
And we fall out of touch
In your absence I write songs again every day
Haunted by ghosts of the dope ass albums you would've made
Until two years
about a dime a dozen
Ash and exhale, days keep on coming
Collapsing supernova
I got work by Bova
Up in the shadowbox
Framed like it was priceless
Bob
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
Covers, videos and all that shit
Fuck you post-Drake-ass cliche-jerking, LA-Slauson rapping
Fuck-nigga-ass Hypebeast niggas, now back to the album
y'all shots better hit someone
I got bars by the ton
Don't ever think that you won
Oh you better move don't you get confused
Oh you better move don't you
Yeah
Aye
Whoa
Yeah
Who the fuck yo hero
Used to have heroes that I looked up to
Till I figured out I'm the only one that'll make a move
All my
an immigrant family
Middle class salaries
On 47th Street by the Stones
Where they move white out the house same block as Obama's home
Uh, born alone, die
Ayo, I break bread, ribs, hundred dollar bills
Peel on Ducatis and other four wheels
Write a book full of medicine and generate mills
Tour the album
almighty but Carrey me please
I've been sitting inside of university just selling these CD's
I've made so many bad moves
This album's less of a risk
I'd
the stu and spits his damn mind
That's talent, That's generational
Y'all like groupies watching his every move)
If my album don't drop
Prolly got caught by
Hey guys
Let me start by apologizing to you
For the way everything went down
On Saturday i had a statement typed
Ready to post to you
Guys but
punching your hand
No 360 deals I'm not nathanial goddamn
Not trynna be saved by a fucking hashtag
This beat hard but don't abuse it
Let's get stupid
season year round, that shit never ends
This is what y'all wanted, so why you pouting
I'm feeling invincible, like I can move a mountain
So much money
limit soldier
Y'all ain't ready, get motherfuckin' ready, and hit 'em up mia
[mia x]
Open it up, make way for a bitch that's down
Stand aground and move
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