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and did an album with No I.D.
And ain't came back since
Now we the best in the city, I rep for the city
That's about the time that you left for the city
newspapers that pushed your album back
But it wouldn't have come out quicker if you induced labor
If you said something doper, I'd probably quote ya
But
smoking D
Every rap I ever made was about this town
I made 7 whole albums with no James Brown
And even though I love his music, I just can't stand
homeboys put vogues on any car
With 6 by 9's smoking burners
Everybody got addicted to my dopefiend beat
Whole town fucked around and started smoking D
Where goes the soul?
Where do we go?
I thought I'd ask cotton-eyed Joe
Where do we come from?
Where do we go?
I really love the lies you told
Cotton-Eyed
my homeboys found a
Group of chicks from Wall Township that go down on
Anybody with a bottle of Smirnoff
Man, if you had a pulse you'd be getting
A hundred kids waitin' for me to spit and now they act like they don't hear me the cheek of it
Deez man we're toppin up their weetabix in the mornin to try
pimpin like Hugh Hef
Yea my beats be def
Straight blessed by Too Nasty
I think in chess moves trying move my team past me
Soldiers thinking small still
the way you (a)custom to sea man (semen) but
Baby that is just a joke and i’m not talking bout fetus
I mean your shit is getting old no offense norman
to be music that did it
But then again times have changed man, who are we kiddin'?
I'm managed by my friends that I grew up with
I'd rather give that
thank ol' me
We celebrating, you hatin' on a real one
All the L's that I took, man I still won
Big bank rolls coming at you
West Coast king, man, I
a profit now
I need beats because we're about to put an album out
That conversation wasn't friendly
Thought he had some beats that he could lend me
But he
to profiting
There's a multitude that applies
Like am I Travolta in face-off
Am I being caged in by a look alike
Am I spy v spy
Do I make problems for my other
the hit record Joe flow
And getting better felt slow
I guess I have to agree with common
Slo-mo is better than no mo
I thought I'd never see the day
My
when joe bounced you just started fucking kazu wow
Never think he'd fuck up but we get you was just chasing clout
One more time that's it
I need
laid, bitch
She suck me way too good
I finna bust on her like first aid
First mixtape on Soundcloud, got hella hit's
First album got paid that nigga
block, they say I'm a legend
On God
Yeah, on God
Niggas used to doubt me, how'd I make it this far?
Had to make a couple changes, and sometimes, it got
The ones that stood by me like soldiers
You were there
I know you love me
But I'm still waiting for the Lord to come hug me
Send a sign or somethin'
I'm on my Polo G vibes
Smoking getting high
I'm just rolling round the city with a baddy by my side
Know I keep nine
I heard you're a pussy you got
This is a JOE LAW SONG I begged to be on
Lookin' at you
Fuckin' wit me
Talkin' yo shit
Walkin' in this bish'
Who could that be
They fuckin' wit me
at the restaurant by Joe's Drug Store
Here I've waited, never was seated, sucking dinner mints by the bar
I looked for a sign, but there was nothing
I should have
to find a way to assess me
Different cloth, by the way that you sleep on me you'd think I came from a bed sheet
Drive a point til my tank is on empty, I'm
Blinded by the future
Everything is past
Walking with my head down, God don't let this last
She wear pretty colors
Makes up what I lack
In muted
aiming for the ceiling floor
Album number 4 I’m just running up the score I can feel it in my core steady creeping in the door
Niggas hate the way I
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