Lyrics:
born surrounded by rap
I grew up in the era of the west coast rap
Back then nobody gave a shit but now it's being bumped all over the map
I'm a young
Wind in my hair, I was there
I remember it all too well
Photo album on the counter, your cheeks were turnin' red
You used to be a little kid with
the graduation, I press rewind
To remind myself, that I define myself
I got plenty room to grow, but I ain't by myself
I got love for Ella, I got love for Howard
I
favorite track on the album
Really
Yeah
I mean
I might just love Ray's voice
Yeah
I mean, it's nice
Yeah
And then
I have no idea what he's saying
Yeah
I
and she's down with The Roots crew, and she go by
The name of Miss Jill Scott
I want y'all to put y'all hands together
Uh, uh, say what? Give it up
Your love my saving grace
When I’m by my ace
They love you at the bottom
But when you hit the top
Gone without a trace
So I just keep my space
They ain’t
The album 'bout to drop, this whole year look like a rollout
They was actin' like they ain't know but I bet they know now (I bet they know now)
Grr, uh
and I work for the poor
Now tomorrow you can say you saw
KRS-One stompin' once more
I play by ear, I love to steer
The Alfa Romeo from here to there
puba honey
With my man snug doogie love
Droppin' 2000, dig the way this go down
Check it
I hit a flow all dipped in lotion
Sit back and sip moe
puba honey
With my man snug doogie love
Droppin' 2000, dig the way this go down
Check it
I hit a flow all dipped in lotion
Sit back and sip moe
puba honey
With my man snug doogie love
Droppin' 2000, dig the way this go down
Check it
I hit a flow all dipped in lotion
Sit back and sip moe
Everything it all happen
To me too
Being so famous
And loved by everyone
I just can't help
This journey that I'm on
This show gotta make it a good one
How
the plug send the best bud
BeastSide but I still got West love
How I'm coming with the drums like QuestLove
You gotta know a little pape go a long way
Tight
Barbi
But call me Dolly
Llama
Cause I got you sucking
This serpent tongue
No hugging
Ha ha ha
I'm just bugging
If you touch this
Then you lucky
Give me
Real love don't have an image
Not magic witness by havin’
Bitches or grabbin' riches
If it's about your own self-validation
You’re bound to fail
know many pose a perfect picture Secretly they hoes
All that time you spent on writing it but you not Living by the code
I can't stop the cooking; album
see was my momma's eyes
No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble
Not knowin' it's hard to carry on when no one loves you
Picture me inside
see was my momma's eyes
No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble
Not knowin' it's hard to carry on when no one loves you
Picture me inside
This meeting just begun, nigga I'm Satan's son
My mother raised me a single parent so it's apparent
That I got love for my mother, none of you other
you wake, I'll be by your side with breakfast in bed
Big heart na I carry for my chest But if nor you show me love
I go use wetin dey my head
I know my
yeah)
'Cause back in my day it was food stamps
And I love my wife like I am Chance
I bet you'd rap about the shit me and him rap about
If you had ever
been shot by cupid
Am I gonna stop, think not that's stupid cuz . . .
ooooh
Im in love
Im in love
Im in love
Im in love wit chu
[And there aint nothing
want to reach at least a million)
Dropping this after dark ambient
Feels strange but that's okay
I'm bambiing for some uh
(Bitch slay)
Making albums
I'm gon' feature Em and get rich
And let Dre mix the shit
And drive off in the
Range Ro' 'Cause everywhere
I go they love the "bling-bling" flow!
Bang
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