Lyrics:
He ain't poppin' like Uzi, he ain't icy like Yachty
He been rappin' too damn long, when he droppin' an album?
He put Playboi Carti on, then that
sense of the madness
I don't process things when they happen
Push it aside, then months gone by
Before I let go of a small interaction
I cannot write
kinda sorta pop
Wit these bottled issues
Living in the world of not
When that's not an issue
But by the end of this thing
You'll feel like God kissed you
pojebane czaisz ciągle goję rany
Przez co syf w mojej bani ciągnie się z latami
Nie chcę latać z problemami
Robię album wiem że droga jest w ciemnościach
is that the seed of a man chosen by God must not be wasted
Run away, that's the plan, live above the grave
None is safe, I see the pain
I'm famous
All of a sudden she hit me back then she was dodgin' me
The drive-by would be quicker but we plan on parkin' these, ayy
Saint Laurent, I'm
Orleans whoadie duckin' them Warrants
You get stung by my MAC like a batch of Hornets
Time is splurge like the San Antonio Spurs
I got rings like a Laker
denen ich selbst eure Grandmas da flash'
Zu viele Goldtresore (ah), zu wenig Wandbilder
Album so on-fire, du siehst Flammenlichter wie Brandstifter
Die
But nevermind that old money, I'm tryna get a new buck
Buy the nubuck, fresh size 12
And ain't nobody help me - we did it by ourselves
Inspiring
possible
And I would like to dedicate this album and every other note
That I play to him you know
(Yeah brother)
City of broken dreams
Check a nigga
story, Lloyd
Hey world, yeah, I know it's been a while
Thought I'd come around to let you know what's up now
No album lately so my mind is kinda up,
choking and my lungs won't provide air
Then I dropped an album, they reacted to it and
Started selling out First Avenue
Now all the bad dreams I have are
again
Cause the roll out gettin' mad close
When the album drop I disappear
Find a cave in the Galapagos
One them places out of Dragon Ball
Quick crib
away
Give the world a album every month like issa birthday
No wait issa knife
Imma cut me a slice
Have my cake and eat it too who is that slee that's I
H1GHR like we smoking joints
So many J's at one label boy you know we scoring points
Yeah, surrounded by villains demons sinnin' I feel alone
I ain't
think 'cause I'm 5"2' I can't box? I'm 5'4", I'll whoop your ass, swear to God
Picture your ass whooped by a munchkin
Let me tell you something, Joyner
You knew where things were at
I'm out here by myself
You know I feel trapped
You know I can’t resist, withhold or combat
What if money ain't change this
gotta say thanks
Ya
[Talking]
Uh huh, I really need you
[Chorus x2]
Shout out to Nikki from Jersey by the way, she thinks I'm the sexy man
broad in Tahiti, big ass green bikini
I don't spit on tracks, I throw up on em like bulimic
Pardon, my High Tyme album a problem
Wait! Fuck that bitch
By: Boe Araya ,Yeah, I come through sippin pepsi blue, booo
I go better than Maya Angeluo and skip to my lou, skip on these nuts fo show kid, while I
Got surprise and a fan base get fame
When I'm tryin' on a part you move a hand shake
Can't wait til my album drop
I'ma cop the money call a super
I live my life in the passing lane.
Can you please hold while I write my next album?
All my tracks are on the charts, pull them up and let you
and put it right by my cereal
Hip hop that's my shit and I'mma take the time to put it out
I'm indecisive, but I'm packing bowls when in doubt
I could
featuring Big Punisher KRS One
[KRS One] Ha ha. Never fear. KRS!
Verse one: KRS One
I'd rather have a hundred thousand true heads by me
Than
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