Lyrics:
ever decide to sing
Want y'all to love my music but i hate bitches that cling
You might want to get some more bars in before i start to zing
Like albums
While she goes down
When I went to my bros
Told him help me please
Now we hop out the PJs
Hosted by the P
My old bitch yellin' come back
Come
like a quarter to noon
I'm changing their tune mike jack under the moon
Beast mode play less and work hard
Short changing dreams thats haikus by Farquadd
Hello
My name is Rowan Gaelen
These are my confessions
And my revelations
As I write this, it’s the 14th of June, 7PM on the moon
I’m moving station
smoking D
Every rap I ever made was about this town
I made seven whole albums with no James Brown
And even though I love his music, I just can't stand
the real
It ain't like a third time fella's appeal
'Til the GOD scolds him and tells him to deal
I'll allow you to write, maybe allow you to bite
If
had a problem
With my previous l.p's, then kiss my ass!
If you downright spoiled and feel I don't do enough for you,
That's right, kiss my ass !
Pop
a sample
Countin' them racks, no racket like tennis
Tickin' the clock and you countin' the minutes
I bar like DeMar, the way that I shoot
Shot in a drive-by
try to tell them, "We're all in this together!"
My album was raw because no-one would ever
Think like I think and do what I do
I stole the show,
'm the motherfuckin' throttle vroom!
Neck like December, the flow like June
I pull up on a Banshee, 12: 00 afternoon
I look at them as pussies
Same guys you call "Goons"
to tell them, "We're all in this together!"
My album was raw because no-one would ever
Think like I think and do what I do
I stole the show, and then I
Not bad for six weeks, plus I should receive my plaque soon
Shittin' on the game, I'll probably hang it in my bathroom
Last June I was broke, this
Can't even look your own self in the mirror
(Yeah, catch a fuckin' bullet, nigga)
Niggas like you only belong in the theater
P-E-dub keep it thoro, nigga
"We're all in this together!"
My album was raw because no one would ever
Think like I think and do what I do
I stole the show, and then I leave without
on
Tuck it by the waist like thick bitches putting a skirt on
Oh, ima country ass thug ass nxgga
It is what it is fuck what it was ass nxgga
Raised
'll be the best grime artist
Even if I made an album
With a Punjabi hit-squad
Clash me, I'll make you jump like Kris Kross
Make a man know that I'm not
your boy here
We hot like June, gon' drop real soon
Let 'em know that Queens in the house
We jam ride from to the north to the side,
I'm a young
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
with her my light was dimmer
Not a bad thing she calmed me down like MSG dinners
Months pass by, got put in groups, ain't think much of it
Found my leg
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
'm in is drainin' me
Days are goin' by it's like all of it feels the same to me
Wake up, go to class, eat, sleep, life's on repeat
Autopilot, how I
only want two (yeah, yeah, yeah, two)
What I'm supposed to do? (do)
Pick 'em by the two (two)
Smellin' like gelato (gelato) when I'm walkin' through
off
Ain no passes on they asses like slaughter house imma chop off
I'm a dragon moving drastic in solitary with drop offs
I say June they know they fuck
I just got done doing this album
Where every day I have purpose
You know, beyond like
Clearly my obvious purposes as a father, as a husband
I got
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