Lyrics:
Wake up early morning
I got money on mind
I'm blind by my sight cos I only see Mandela signs
I
I might bite
Still a dog so do not cross the line
Wait I think I've lost my way
I can feel it invade my veins
Bash my head till it goes away
Think today
I'll blow out my brains
Decaying all my goods
I met you in a club in Atlanta, Georgia
Said me and my homeboy were coming out with an album
You looked at me like, "Yeah, nigga right"
But you
Just my fate, just my karma, just my fucking luck
Another nigga caught in the fucking SWAT truck
I might bash down the door if I beat loud enough
I
T H I S, is what I mean
I'm takin about the real thing, you know what I mean
We the real diamonds in this Hip Hop ring
Don't give a damn just bash
Even though it's my first album, I'mma still give it my all
Spill my guts all on this track, while I'm goin' through withdrawal
Tired of my hiatus,
the itchin', let me finish the album for her I'm focused
Off my
My time
My time
Dim lights
Late nights
One path
All mine
All things
Take time
Deep size
Tall
like y'all should know who I am and
Discover what you listening to
Who the fuck am I
I go by the name of Real Prophecy
My philosophy is to kill the game
find bravado? I watch her confidence swallowed
By the narcissism, losing her mental, no Sleepy Hallow
Tryna give her life that'll help her soar like
load!!”
Lois: “(Laughing) I know! I heard!”
I once met Scooby-Doo at a première bash
He looked a little haggard and he stunk
He said: “The trouble started
sorta what we’ve been trying to communicate”
“Well, get a load of this!”
“He said load!”
“I know! I heard!”
I once met Scooby-Doo at a premiere bash
He
I'm so numb baby I can't even feel you
None of your words ever seem to really get through
My heart been turned to stone it ain't a damn secret
My
some?
Baby Joe yeah that’s my family
He gon face some
(VL Deck)
Army guns for niggas that think they want it
Beefin’ with the precinct
The opposition
Island
To shows at the garden
Automatic startin' in the drop got
Your bitch pussy fartin
My album about to drop in 7 days
But I still poke a rapper
Right?
But that's OK because this album, we gon' change things with this album baby
Because I know, in my heart
That there's way more people out there
to the court like, "Bitch I did that"
Ain't no black power when your baby killed by a coward
I can't even keep the peace, don't you fuck with one of ours
It
my centerfold
That my baby, man, she never leave
Got her hangin' with my kinfolks
She want everything, I know, I know
She got Chanel purses by
DJ Khaled
DJ Terror Squad
And he goes by the name of
You got the right one, it's Weezy fuckin' baby
And if your woman lookin', I'll let
on
And I know that she be feeling me
[Baby Bash]
She in love with a hustler, someone she could trust uh
Someone she could get down with, cause she don't
the architect
So respect 'em
I disconnect 'em,
Soon as I inject 'em
With radiation
Put 'em by the basement
Bust his chest open
Bash his face in
Let it split 'em
the architect
So respect 'em
I disconnect 'em,
Soon as I inject 'em
With radiation
Put 'em by the basement
Bust his chest open
Bash his face in
Let it split 'em
Through a libra sign
Up on one scale
While she's down on the other
Keeping it from tipping by pumping
I need you to realize
I love the way you dance baby
still gonna be somebody out there with attitude, right? Right?
But that's OK because this album, we gon' change things with this album baby
Because I
Right?
But that's OK because this album, we gon' change things with this album baby
Because I know, in my heart
That there's way more people out there
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