Lyrics:
tell?
Whole team turning 30 like that album by Adele
Its 90Sitcom like fresh prince or saved by the bell
Them streams don't count if you just playing em
I said I'm champion, handling, ion need management
Jousting in the driveway I think I brought the lancer in
They was tryna beef wit me in june, I
wanna be like me and me
Tryna blow up like TNT
But not for the cash or the p’s and green
Just by myself repping 3 and 3
Open doors are what I seem to see
I'm lying there's not a album
Cause these verses like a scripture
But back to the topic told you I'd never unlock it
Your body lookin so chocolate that
Yea yea yea yea
FRN back again
Know I came for the muh fuckin win
Bitch
Aye album come soon
So for now enjoy this tune
That I give u in June
Know
of the best directors in the country
Like Harve, Ar T (?), Cazh (?), and the MacDonald brothers Luke and Nick
Around 2010, I started working with a guy by
that's what I'm told
And I ain't even 25 but I look back
And think bout where I thought I would've been by now
Feel like I'm getting old
Feel like I
June Tao
So you know I kick shit like kung pow
Big dog eat the kitty like dog chow
Ten years came home I'ma vet now
If a nigga want a brick
Take a nine
the cool in you
Or it'll be a sad love song being sung by Toni Braxton
And I'll dissect you like a fraction
All you wannabe top cat MCs, I'll pop you like
got some Prada but I'm shopping Dior
Uh, ain't been snapping like this in a minute
Dropped the album in June and they hated
And bitched and complained
the room
I guess we'll both find out, album coming soon
Yeah
And by the way, I'm the best up out my city and I know I am
I woke up 4AM
Just to tell you
chilling with me
R.I.P Ms. Whitney, she bopping like Diddy
If she show me a titty, I might fuck her, really
I might count up the billy's, this bitch too
Start this album out by saying
I love you p-red
I wish you weren't dead
Fucck a piece of lead
One time he carried an
AR across a persons lawn
In his
'm back, you're pissed
Keep running your mouth
I'll run in your house and kidnap your kids
Faith like Evans
I'm a survivor, pricks wanna send but get 187
By
you might be resting
Resting? Is your name 247?
247 tired, but he's not the one I'm testing
You two guys have a lot of similarities
Like you copy other
I remember
I wanted to tell you, "I love you," when I told you, "I like you"
You said we could meet up again, up in Athens over the summer
I remember
off humble turn into a savage feeling like I'm Caesar
All of these people be mumbling guess I'm the overachiever
Spitting the truth like it's lyrical
My main goal is to blow up
And then act like I don't know nobody
We're back all four of us
Fucking on a bitch like she eighty
Beating on a bitch
a chrome gat
Who died P, I guess it was my homie, black
Somebody rolled up and shot him in the back
It was sad, my homie took a damn fall
Sort of like
was magic like Johnson, the era hard like Bronson
Back then, lyrically rappers was into something
By now, I got me a family to look after
To work hard
album, got no time to chat it out
He offered Corey a flight, said he could land by tonight
Corey replied, "shit, like, maybe I might"
Corey pride took
a masterpiece, No Limit like Master P
Now I am the master, see, that's the way it has to be
My life is a movie, I'm so glad God casted me
I am not top ten, more
lee in my rhymes
The biggest momma, I'm here to cease yo shit like a stop sign
It's my time
[master p]
Ughh, it's mia-x time fool
I tried to told ya
Bongo By The Way
I wake up every morning on the same shit
I smoke my 'Wood to the roach like I ain't rich
Niggas I used to hang with, is still
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