Lyrics:
don't drink and drive
I'm not a beginner, amateur or local
My album is sellin' because of my vocals
You know what you need to learn?
Old School
still takin' rappin' for a joke
A passing hope or a phase with a rope
Sometimes I choke and try to believe
When I get challenged by a million MCs
I
takin' rappin' for a joke
A passing hope or a phase with a rope
Sometimes I choke and try to believe
When I get challenged by a million MCs
I try
Cole World, DJ Khaled!
Yeah, back from the dead
Like Michael Jackson in red jackets, with naps in my head
Who's white or black, it's a rare package
teach them a ballad
An English man in every coward
I was kinda impressed by the way she dressed
I scoured this land to find a girl empowered
Ask her
they're taking toll
If you've been bad, Lord, I bet you have
And you've not been hit by flying lead
You've not been hit by flying lead
You'd better
thirsty and they nodding and the be ?
They see me my actions
I cruise by in a Beemer just laughing
I let that rock and roll
I coping poppy's load
It
Cowards, you gonna learn to respect power
We burn by the hour, one burst the Remmy got us
Crank shit, Shawshank Redemption scholar
Roll up, based
school.
In this man's world, you can't be no fool.
If a pimp is what you wanna be,
You're gonna have to learn pimpology.
Pimpology: a pimp's
want to be,
You're gonna have to learn pimpology.
Pimpology, a pimp's profession.
Can't be effected by the Great Depression.
So if you want to be
(C'mon) It's the Roc
(C'mon) It's the Roc
(C'mon) It's the Roc
(C'mon) Let's rock
(C'mon)
Things got too hot so I jumped off in this rap shit
I’ve been stuck in traffic longer than I’ve been at home I collect the funds now
Michael Jackson how I keep these niggas on their toes
This is
tone, I would find home
And I'm someone everyone got they eyes on
See I was taught up in this trade you gotta learn the tricks
Not to go by the book but
Even a little power earned
Since the day the first album
Turned and the towers burned
Now I'm letting sour burn
Waiting 'til it's our turn
And I keep
sign language
I hit worlds, and my strange sperm gives birth
to septuplet lady plants
Check my tympanic titanic time pulse
By the grace
still takin rappin for a joke
A passing hope, or a phase with the rope
Sometime I choke and try to believe
When I get challenged by a million MC's
I
of paper
Then I'm selling more than Michael Scott
But I just keep on pushing thru my life it ain't no photoshop
Aye no photoshop
Live life that's all we got
who doing the most
I don't need to brag and boast
I'm out on the road
I don't rock Gucci or Prada
White T that's props to my father
I had to learn
still takin' rappin' for a joke
A passing hope or a phase with a rope
Sometimes I choke and try to believe
When I get challenged by a million MCs
I
So they can hear, everything that you say when you ain't home
I guess, Michael Jackson was right, you are not alone
Rock your hardhat black 'cause
In the cockpit, I'm the pilot
I guide the missile, this a rocket
Intro the album, this shit is flawless
No physical copies, it’s not at the market
properly
Geography was invented by Eratosthenes
My wariness of hubris derived from Sophocles
One mid summer night I dreamt of a time
In a quiet Hamlet where
without a trace, no DNA, no, not a drop
'Cause me and Dre and 50, we will never get caught by the cops
CSI, they hate us, but they gotta give a lot
Identity withheld
Structured like a rock, impenetrable like a cinderblock
Imperialist we break down your whole nation
Set up bigger shop
He
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