Lyrics:
past made me realize that not everyone will be your cure when you're starting to rot
I keep dreaming of a perfect life, but how could I be given more
If
believe
That I'm not gonna leave
Till my albums release
And I have no secrets left to keep
Yeah
They make us feel down because we didn't pass
You know what
wondering whether you're entertained by bullshit or is it harder to wow ya
If it's the latter, who better fit for the challenge
Flow heavy enough to tip
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
of shit was never given to me
That shits a fallacy told by the enemy
Trying to get ahead of me
They dead to me, everybody dead to me
Everybody know that
Ratin latent, and perpetratin
My album's love mics, tough like dirt bikes
You get frantic, New York City, run and panic
California, I switch
matter your color
Origin nor creed
Im the man i wear the jean
Women you the seam
Cash Rules Everything Around Me
You the C.R.E.A.M
Nurture by nature
even need a baby sit
But I'm pp i dont fuck with all those little shits
Thanks pp, now back to me, b
Last week I got stung by a bee, e
But I didn’t cry
him out and now his body on E
ABC I put him on the TV
This song is too cold you go have to replay
I was spoiled always wanted my way
I don't care what
Bought a ton of bread 'cause I saw it
E-Learning, E-Learning, yeah it really sucks
Yeah my album's pretty hot might drop a deluxe
Everything's closed I
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
now)
Started with a dollar and a dream!
I was fathered by the bastards
Pardon my mannerisms
The Curtiss magnet that managed without the metal with him
Felon, fights behind me on the intersection
Sex and drugs my anthology on perfection
Dress superb admired by conspirists
Who wanna try me but ain't high
like a dead body coming for its murderer
Shit, you seen Chino lately? You gotta see him
What you get to make an album, I get in one day's per diem
Go
the matter don cast)
E ti ri Monsta
(Monsta)
Get with the program
(Get with the motherfuckin)
Gbedu on enough bounce
(Gbedu on enough bounce)
And ma flow con
pig!!!
Activism has turn into a profitable business,
from ex-con to author,
soon enough an album will surface
(he's the one!)
Magazine cover,
(my
gonna shoot a playa down
Before the conversation gets started baby
Ain't you done seen me and MJG on BET with J-O-E
Anyway, I wonder if we could set
Uh, chopping garlic by myself
You know ain't nobody worried bout' yo health, right
(Right?)
Keep a condom by my belt
You know better than to trust
funky alphabet flow:
It's like A-be -see-D-E-F-G-
H-I-J-K-L-M-N-O-P, and ICP on LSD
Or ABC or MTV or the new PC
You got for free from
Circuit
to you dukes, I was wrong
Well you out there now, so put my black ass on
And sure enough, huh, in about a year's time
I was r-a-w, goin' for mine
the ABCs
We play on the hard concrete
All we got is life on the streets
All we got is life on the streets
(Chubb Rock)
Rock, you know my era
B-boy
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
Hop back on the scene
Hold up, let me talk my shit
'Cause man, I got to let y'all know
Exactly who you fuckin' with
Kept the real shit for my album
Uh
When I was eight I was rhymin', not backyard game playin'
Watchin' Snoop anxiously and waitin' for my chance, man
Hot and cocky wit' it
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