Lyrics:
Circuit's of all these other
Rappers you did the
DVDs you did the mixtapes you
Came up on mixtapes
Like every other underground rapper
In New York
I was
it?
Oh no, man
I'm cueing up the fourth album now, his final one
One, two, three, four
One, two, three, four, listen
Look into my eyes
Tell me
baby, the nature of the business is unstable
Especially when your project ain't properly promoted by your label
E'ry album I put out gold or platinum,
love you)
All, baby girl, I'd trade it all
Even give up my good green (harmony)
All, and I'd give the watch and pinky ring (is you by my side)
All,
about me
I woke up this morning and figured I'd call you
In case I'm not here tomorrow
I'm hoping that I can borrow a piece of mind
I'm behind
ain't easy to
Do
Of course I'd like to sit down and Relax
But I can't just do that
And blow up out the blue
And when I blow up
I'm trying to last
started seeing colors
Woke up from a dream
And admitted to all
My struggles
I'm sick and tired of waiting for clubs
With the hefty covers
I'd rather be
the plan
This is the end, of your life
This is the end of the album a 3rd one cookin up right
You know the grind never stops living continuously
Exaggerating
Motherfuckers better start backing up (what up what up)
We in the Tank punk busters, motherfuckers don't wanna see us loc'd up
Little Goldie Loc, Goldie Locks
Grab a seat and watch me abuse the kids like a catholic priest. I’ll have a mental lapse and tweak, blast a beat, and show up to a double XL cypher with
again
I just live my truth and they can’t stop me from tellin’ it
I thought I’d be popping by now, thought that I would blow up
Throwback, on my Bubble
up like bang
Look what the drama brang made a crater in the harsh terrain
The game became a target range I'm keeping the peace like namaste
I'd rather
[Verse 1]
D.J. Doc you know he's down with us
D-Square, he's down with us
Keyboard Money Mike, is down with us
I.C.U., you know he's down with us
showing my crib
I'm talking letting cameras go in my fridge
But people crazy, so I'd rather only friends and family know where I live
By how I talk, you
peace
I'm shooting up your album release
Baggin' bricks with your niece
Come and get you a piece
I'm taking responsibility for
The murder increase, it's
Who knew I'd blow up like Oaklahoma
Said fuck high school, pissed on my diploma
Smell the aroma, Check my hits
I know it stinks in here, cause I'm
By God I can't believe it
You're leaving so soon
And all I have to say is that I'm gonna miss you
I'd go to rehab
But I ain't no quitter
A sober
I got for
This new shit for the GOOD music
Joint we opened up the album with this
Joint that me and Skrillex did together
PW: M-m-m-mm i like that!
Youngin' wit' a dream but nobody gave a shit about it
Ten years later pick up a pen, write a hit about it
And back then I thought I'd be defined by how
So stigetty step up and get your nostrils damaged.
Shootin', lickin', bustin', sprayin', all of that,
And then some, dead, dead, dead, one by one.
champagne I won't complain
But I let's be honest turn me up a notch
Am I the alcoholic if
I'd rather drink shots
No, so play my music
My perfect delivery
champagne I won't complain
But I let's be honest turn me up a notch
Am I the alcoholic if
I'd rather drink shots
No, so play my music
My perfect delivery
the open calls and showed up at all of the castings and auditioned. I must have showed up at like dozens of auditions, mostly for pop groups.
At the time
the window, see the corner that I bent it
It's just so simple when we get so D.E.E.P.
Learn a lesson, pick up the album when it hits the streets like
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