Lyrics:
could-have-beens
And in due time you'll earn those wins
It's a mad world, but I wanna stay on
I used to think I'd be gone by the time I was grown
But now I wanna
made an album for you
What if it was by you for me?
I see your grin everytime my eyes are opened
'Cause when they're closed it's 'cause you chose I
and wait with bated breath for what I write
Win without and within, each album will be white
Pop plenty champagne in my own private plane
Only lines, no
you are
These labels will have you wearing high heels and a bra
Cut the roots to ya tree and watch ya empire fall
Now hip hop is a tree, and trees live
What we have to do is deal with it when these individuals are young enough
If you will, to be saved, not in a religious sense, but not
me back
Finishing touches on my ghillie so, soon you will know me
I’m gainin Rowan this name is the flame that’s lightin’ Babe’s stogie
Nine albums
my album off by giving you guys a lesson
Don't ever let love torture you cuz being single a blessing
And my shawty if you hearing this ill send you
ya
Comin at ya in 3d
Ha-ha-ha
?? funkier than that, boy
Check it out
Kick it again
My tongue is spinnin
I follow with Allah and the Father be stoppin
4 o'clock, you catch the new shit
A day I will never forget, when I heard Premier cut
"These are the words that I manifest"
Blew my mind , I'm like "I
4 o'clock, you catch the new shit
A day I will never forget, when I heard Premier cut
"These are the words that I manifest"
Blew my mind , I'm like "I
Swimmin' in the money come and find me, Nemo
If I was at the club you know I balled, chemo
Dropped the mixtape, that shit sounded like an album
Who'd have
fast so I had to blow
And I walked by faith,not by sight
Cause I know G-O-D will guide me right
I take the bitter with the sweet,I know you feel my
Cause I will rock say immediately
That's why I'm chillin in the L-I-N-D, E with the N
with the MC street
You will agree it's me, cause I rock a funky
Do the D-A-N-C-E, one, two, three, four, fight
Stick to the B-E-A-T, get ready to ignite
You were such a P-Y-T, catching all the lights
Just easy
slowly will
Surely become Audi
5000, that's word to the D-O-G
So what I'ma do is give these niggas the M-IC
And let them prove themselves
So you can
on the tape, Donald-D break
Syndicate comin' through, I'm talkin' to you
Flexin' hardcore, what could you do?
When we roll up, you send your girl up
problems
Finishin' albums, freakin' and stylin'
Teachin' and smilin'
Learnin' and counting'
Bleed, uh
Mass shootings, when will they stop it?
Hmm,
only time will tell, but until then I'll be stackin' my mail
by album album sells, Magnolia wear dwells
I love them bricks, I love the ghetto hoes
'cause
do I entertain y'all with my disrespect?
Respectfully (Great John on the beat, by the way)
Lil Nas X gon' catch AIDS and die like Eazy-E (he is)
Welcome to my album, I hope you stay long
I was gonna name this one Growing Pains, but
Then I found a toilet dumped by the railroad
So we took
das neue Album?“-Fragen
Und du fragst mich, wie es Jan geht?
Ich frage mich, was dich das angeht
Ich will hier weg, ich muss pissen und dein Telefon
RECONNAISSANTE
This ain't no dream
This is me, this is who I am
This is everything bacchanalian Scandinavian by way of America America America America America
album
Pull my pants downward
I'll shit on you
I will shit on you I don't care who you are
I'll shit on you
I don't give a fuck about you or your
and by ear
And then she'd find the ancient album,
With its pages turned gold
And the crayon-colored paper star
I made so long ago
But brighter than any
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