Lyrics:
time
So grab a hold of your seats while I open your mind
And take you back to when I dropped down from heaven
And I came out my moms and had a mic as my
done told you niggas
Nine albums, stop fucking with me
I done told you niggas
The 9 on me, stop fucking with me
You niggas must got nine lives
9th
was very cross the real me
that they just better remember
what happened to Sam the bad cat
that was left at home and got sick and went pussy heaven
was very cross the real me
that they just better remember
what happened to Sam the bad cat
that was left at home and got sick and went pussy heaven
frosty
That's why you only get one chance to cross me
(Drip so saucy, oh)
Three different chicks, one caramel mocha coffee
Heaven help me, oh
'Cause
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
grind
Just copped a maroon 5, no Adam Levine
Came a man by myself, only father was time
I know that she relate baby daddy ain't shit
So she raised that
from heaven on your heart
Through their singing
As an artist, Rhonda Montgomery
Exemplifies piano artistry
That's Rhonda! An artist!
This album
Everyday we gets the call
'Nice job on the album guys'
Fed the way to Heaven Ball
Show them all how we can fly
This one's for the Captain 'Ham
Hit me up
to avoid Hades
Even if it's by an inch
We're all trying to ascend up to Heaven
But here's a lesson
The Devil already let us in
We're trying to escape even
Yeah be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this shit by the way nigga
Some real shit right here nigga
This will be the realest shit you
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Double Bass: Rob Wasserman (song collected in Rob Wasserman's album Duet)
to the heaven I'm so dope its
A weapon raps one big casino I'm plottin ocean eleven aye I might have sold the least but I still
Manage to most feared by most
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
sounded like a slice of Heaven
Jim was playing his drums but Donny wouldn't play
And after about 15 minutes of this beautiful piano playing
Donny stood
Blinded by greatness and I been blinded by grace
Rip to my sister I been missin' your face
I know you're up in heaven so save me a space
You need to save me
the message you on cc now
I make you albums sound like EPs now
I get better by the hour
Pussy comes with the power
Got yo bitch in the corner sending signals
I don't know how to give a fuck
I don't know how to give a fuck
No wonder this album fucking sucks
So many bars it's all to much
When there is
like
Put the mic down nigga
Aye
Another album in the mix
I'm bout to have them looking sick
Established underground rapper
Still will go platinum in this
in hopes to one day receive it back, in by doing so, I've created this album with one goal in mind, to help those who are struggling to find hope they
denied
To grow my righteous mind
It might sound crazy but this my expression
I'm living my days on earth as in heaven
So when it's my time, I'm defined by
a du rag
If somebody tell me ish I'll put my foot up they ass
I don't play it by the books play it by my own rules
I ain't sticking to the script imma do
Yeah be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this shit by the way nigga
Some real shit right here nigga
This will be the realest shit you
breezes
And stronger than the wild oak tree
That's how I will hold you, oh, darling, endlessly
Oh, my love, you are my heaven
You are my kingdom, you
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