Lyrics:
Told y'all I be back
They aint believe it cause in the album I said I'm not a rapper
I wouldn't believe it either
I'm the type to write a verse
get some sense
And by sense I'm talkin money
I got dollar dollar bills
Dollar bills on my head
Cause all you little chickens rather fight with me
I'm a stage loving type of dude
Want my people to rise
Like the price of food
Waking up at 4am
Song done by noon
I love myself, I wouldn't lie to you
that ball to drop
We all eat food and crack open the bottle together
At mid night is when the time comes
Us children all need to love eachother and call
I took a walk downtown today to find a place worth standing in front of.
I passed by alleys full of trash and forgotten junkies, surrounded by
from near the God protect the crown
Producing now by the way how you like this sound
Taking over with the blueprint black album style
Overlook the past
looking back just to regret it
In my room, writing lyrics, by myself, till their perfect
Had a daydream by my life- *sigh*, here let me explain it
There's
present, none of these rappers get it
Wonder why I try to remain separate, no child support draining my bank account
My children set and, I'm coming back for
and make my choices accordingly
Just flow
Ooou
Yeah
Ooou
Cause nothing lasts forever, how beautiful
Sitting by the seaside
Hoping that you breeze by
And I've
a circus
Got so many problems in my town
I hit up the plug and it feel like a circuit
Been working so hard on this album
Making it perfect like I was
Before you even know, it will be time to go
Oh, wait, I already said that, I just gotta check back
Album one, track number seven (uh huh)
For those who
real estate property
Constant passive income
While in my big studio recording album
Money streams autopilot
Vacay to Paris
Mansions for parents
Adani
and whitey's got your mama
So do you want to change for the children with a comma?
For who? Me, I, myself, you know the one
Doing what I gotta do
My nigga Ja sold more records than an o.g. (o.g.)
Tah flyin by in the Lac truck like a o.g.(o.g.)
For Gotti I'd body a nigga quicker than a o.g.
working for her children
She's at work while her teenage daughter
In the room with a dude and she twerking while he filming
Hurt somebody's feelings
whole, like, albums
You know what I'm sayin'?
You done turned hoodrats into some superstars, man
For real, hahahaha
When I was countin' down, these
bein' harassed by police
I wrote my rhymes right there on the spot
New York City, 1984 corruption was hot
Cats sellin' Uzi's out the Jacob Javits
children with automatics
Imagine babies drive-by's in the cabbage
Rappers is like Peter Pan
or built like Sandman on the desert lands
I'm from Shaolin, my
off some the time, take you down one at a time
I'm be known for fucking over your whole album
Who want my rhyme?
Keep declining, I'm keep climbing
the Crypt.
I met Ghetts when I was fourteen, lost touch.
By sixteen, I'd linked up with Ghetts again
Rolling with The Movement and started doing sets for
Shyheim]
You only got one life to live
So all of my children, it's better to give than receive
Life is short, Days of Our Lives seem to speed
Still
Intro:
It's going down around town what? Likwit Likwit. Uh.
"No doubt"
"Knock 'em out the box" Slick Rick 'Children's Story'
but that just got toxic
I thank the Lord for my children, pray they know that I got em
Cause I been fighting depression, fighting the lows, I'm getting
Yea
Jet Pack
1-2, 1-2, 1-2,1-2
Aye R.A. We here now bro
No looking back
Every dope album needs a dope intro
And I’m feeling this tempo
Now let this
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