Lyrics:
poppy
Said her boyfriend cheap hush puppie (Damn)
I just fuck that bitch and take her shopping
So you know she coming home looking poppin (Uh-huh)
And its
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
Sorry to the fans that want music and I just plea to wait
Asking how the album is coming and trying to see a date
Truly, I get lazy and I got problems
the first place I’m go to go nigga back home say I’m coming back home nigga back home when I go platinum I’m coming home
Hook
Love me like Malcom love me
about somethin' I said in 2012
Took you six years and a surprise album just to come with a diss
Homie we get it, we know that you're the greatest rapper
say that after every album
I'm sittin' here back in Enfield
I been workin' on this thing for like nine months now
I barely left my home, stopped
I met you in a club in Atlanta, Georgia
Said me and my homeboy were coming out with an album
You looked at me like, "Yeah, nigga right"
But you
man
I love Tambo man
Tambo ndizokuvotela
UMbutho wakho
Ndide ndifike kwindlu yam yokugqibela
Yomnyango ojongephezulu
My Afro-Soul album is coming
My
i
Love me so much right now
New album coming this summer
I love being a voice of freedom when so
Many people are scared to speak up
The world needs
up in
New York my whole life i would
Go to the block and hang out with
My home girls on the weekend
And then Monday through Friday I was
Having
a nigga lose her and get a new one
I'm winning, I was feeling like a loser
Like Jimmy, McIntosh is a computer
I hope I'm just a regular dude
Martin
here we don't play games keep my circle tight
Call me wife I ain't coming home until the money right
On my life push it to your dome nigga say goodnight
alright
Mama said we gonna be just fine, yea
Said you coming home with me tonight, me tonight
Yea, yea
Stop
Like Martin, I had a dream
I'm sharing it with
Chaos, gunfight
Whipping up new tracks
For this big album
I swear one day I'll be on TV
With Jimmy Fallon
And I know when I said that
I know you doubt me,
care 'bout nothing 'cept to get this album out dog
Fuck e'ry body in the world of this outlaw
Coming to you live from my home studio
In south side
on tour, I went to my home
Which is the first first home I’ve ever had
Huh
And I walked around and I said
What am I gonna do now
In this house? Am I gonna
album hit the shelf
Grandma's favorite, she could not understand
How there's people in the world who wouldn't want me as a neighbor
Had to explain
can't play no home games, fuck it's all good
Stand on what you believe in like Martin Luther King would (facts)
Free Sheff G, the game can't wait
me a deal and we on
There go my phone
Shotta sequel coming home
Got my business smile like Big Meetch
Want the south to love me like I'm Pimp C
Cannes
Last disciples
Got to break bread with my man's
No please sir
No checks
Put the money in em bags
Irritated by the fake love
Your boarding gate
Both fucked the same bitch, just not the same night
You just took her phone number
I just took her home with a-
'Nother bitch, menage
Boomerang,
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
is coming and your Bag is mine to take
I know I'm bittersweet with revenge by my waist
No running contest
But your doing laps
Like its a race
Try
home, socked out
Jabbed by esse's, cops, degenerate niggas with rags
Disintegrate niggas went into me, dome shots like Kennedy
Slugs trippin' with
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