Lyrics:
it up
I'm back to numb
The past is strung
In every single fuckin rap I've sung
I've had enough
Got my heart broken by a bitch
I wrote an album about it
the pool with ya mama
Attack her by the legs then I pull her to the bottom
Twist nothin' up like a condom
Slap it if you fuckers got a problem
When I see
in the pool with ya mama
Attack her by the legs then I pull her to the bottom (yeah)
Twist nothin' up like a condom
Slap it if you fuckers got
Bank account full of loot, it was wild as a zoo
We was down for a while now the album is through
Better see five stars by the album review
Or you
off the boat
You've been selling out I see and yet you ended up broke
The devil's got you by the details and poof up in smoke
So what'd it cost?
Oh you
they started laughing
What up Bossdog, good lookin' on this tea
Import that bag from Europe, exclusively
Ladies and gentleman, I go by the name
You probably know now
I've written hundreds of songs about you
I even wrote an album
Trying to put myself above through
Claiming you were arrogant
{Look man! You're botherin' me G
I got shit to do right now, aight?
This is for De La Soul, you know what I'm sayin'?
Word up I got shit to do you
Said my lights are on
I said uh
Welcome to my first album
Poetry
Where I'm from, they geeked up
Riding through town to go re-up
Waving at the cops like
Yo, Dest'n?
Remember where we grew up?
Was always at your granny house, we would be living it up
Was tryna to get that cash by cutting grass, wasn't
West
What up
How are you?
I'm awesome
I know you're doing a ton
Of interviews right now, this
Is the first time you've been to Amp radio
So I have
both kids got 302'd
Was waiting for my mom up in his room
Had this feeling in my gut like the world was doomed
A black poster with a red S hung over his
anything
I swear, I'd give up everything
And fuck whatever they been saying
Because I want this more than anything
So go head, cmon, bring the pain
I'm
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
hear a lot of albums, and you snoring
But the truth is back, now they say where you been
Cause we ain't really seen you out performing
You back up in
wrote the crossover
But if the album sellout I'd be considered a sellout
The fans keep asking whens the album gonna come out
Ask your local execs I'm
shits, at like forty-seven cops
Call me Doc D, get on my dick, you carbon copy
I just illegally downloaded the Kid Cudi album (great scott)
And got
fucked a girl at summer camp
Change the story so the fam believe me
Them days ain't over
My mentality was changing as I got older
Promising an album by
called Judas, ‘cause I was betrayed
By my own blood, I got no more love
Take this here song, as Noah's white dove
Guess I ran out of luck, locked up for
work for F-E-D-S
And plays his recorder
You think he placing he taping his order
Marking the bills they read,
Tasting the waterf***ed up
We
you pay for it with your youth
That's why I'm potent with every batch that I whip
Cats say you ain't make it by thirty then you should give up
I just
It was like 2008. We'd replay beats hours straight.
Need I say. They were wildest freestyles to date, at least.
Okay maybe it only sounded great
or an album
How 'bout both instead
And man, I feel like Carti
Pull up on him, see whole lotta red
Preach up on they corpses
That lil' Ted Talk run and dip
Lexuses
And all the girls I know got the big big breasteses
I got a ten story mansion on the beach
With a swimmin' pool filled up with the drool of Robin
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