Lyrics:
the key is all you
But with the album about to come I might just let em all loose
See av been really holding back,funny you thought that you knew
Am slowly
out nobody call you
You invite everybody out not one of yo homies fall through (except diff jones)
But soon as a nigga need something they talkin
album
'Cause I'm in my prime, I'm hoping that's the outcome
I ain't tryna sign by an X like Malcolm
Where are the real artists 'cause I can't point out
gotta go
I keep on my move
I don't wanna stop
I've been on my grind, bitch
I don't wanna fall
You keep talking shit
But I don't give a fuck
You can’t
I don't tell these stories that these other men do
Life is a bitch that's word to Az
First album made me fall in love with rap was Blueprint by Jay-Z
out of silicon
Fuck an NPC, not a citizen
Oracle, my talent
You love to go and criticize
Album made to legitimize
Your production make me snooze
Click
people I've wrongly placed in
Reciprocated by my hatred
got to let go of that
Get back on track
Plot it out, make a map
Straight back on the attack
But
the shit is bad for your health
But I'm paranoid now looking over my shoulder
Expecting anvils to fall on me well fuck it I'm older
And Goddamnit I feel
be told I have been blessed
And third album finally done I'm finally album less
Put it all in words and start to feel like really sober
Reminiscing
at this shit, I don't give a fuck
cause I don't give a fuck about them motherfuckin' bitches that said, oh, you was gonna fuckin
Fall in this shit
But nah,
and I got taught how to do this
After I fought off some dumbasses who thought
I could fall off cause I also caught those bitches lackin'
After I caught
I never wanted to be
A man of mystery
My life's an open book
by James Joyce and Agatha Christie
Sometimes I get confused
Somewhere around
chillin i'm,
bout to fall up in the club we just killin time
dro blowin on patrone with it in a lime
6-4 to the front door with top down
hit the switches
I knew you was jealous from the day that I met you
I upset you, 'cause I get respect, I bet you
I'm even liked better by your niece and nephew
to follow
What I'm sowing today, I be reaping tomorrow
So here's some joyful bars, to replace your sorrow
I'm beyond a legend, I'm iconic
Fall off,
wicked deams (deamons)
I keep my pistol by my bedside one in the chamber
Preoccupied with homocide my life's in danger
Rollin down the four-five beware
of state niggas get
Mad 'cause we rich (Hahaha, richhh)
Pick up a super chicken bac-ca
(Bac-ca, bac-ca)
He said selling 28 and a hundred by mail
For
throw)
They hate your boy cause he
Ripping up your track
I was gone for a minute but now I'm back
I never fall victim to the struggle
Keep your eyes
The world by the balls, eatin' out my palm
Every album song I was spazzin'
The fuck out on
And now I'm gettin' frowned and clowned on
But the only one who's
Hennessy, hangin' with the clowns
And all we used to do is drink brew
Screw and common knew
We had bitches by the dozens
We fuckin' cousins
You can throw your
Who bold enough to challenge this deadly reportation
Of keeping MC's in a hopeless situation
No comparison, if you put the darts side by side
One will
Killa what's really good my nigga
Un casa what's really good
What's really good flee
Yo, what's really good
I got ta get on this album
I just
fall for an angel
One like you
Like you
We drove all day we didn't stop
Along the way until the top
Of the cliff by the sea
She played her tapes
wouldn't go nowhere, took the detour
When you see the someone in the crack right by the sea shore?
When you see them brand new le Fleurs on the floor?
If
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