Lyrics:
your ass over and tap the butt
Too $hort baby all in them guts
I'm not your ABC, from the alphabet
Every letter I'll write'll get your pussy wet
It's
outselling you
By 29 I had three albums that had blew
Now let's talk about somethin' I don't really do
Go in someone's daughter's mouth stealin' food
But
indie records show up in a W-E-A box?
By saying your independent, you belittle the whole movement
Real emcee's work hard, ain't got investors to put out
how that stop
Me
C u t e e
Please girl don't
Seen me
My turn its my turn
Ha
You fix me up you assemble me
Beauty hit me like energy
No sleep no
Z z
Abc
enough drip they ain’t got enough tick
Pockets so thick
Looking like an extra hip
I just grab a pot to piss
Competition take sip, slurp
E emerge they gone
soul, you have let to learn the rules of this game.
He will. I don't want to, see I'm smart enough to know it's not my game to play
You'd swear to God I
tricks
Still tuned badly in open E
The way my best friend once showed me
Because that's what his dad taught him
And we're all so strangely shaped by
enough (you don't know enough)
Who the fuck are you?
Wanna tell me what I can and can't do (can't do)
Spend a couple grand on a new tattoo (tattoo)
to a chandelier
My flow a glass of Ace of Spade and yours a can of beer
Too many bitches, too many blunts, too many buttons
Not enough bullets, them niggas
They went left not my type
Young king with a dream
I got goals for this life
Yeah they hate to see you win
They was hoping for a slice
Raised by
Y'all mainstream rappers tried to kill the genre
When I can revive it by not smoking marijuana
I will also be a decent home own'a
I'ma 'finna own
care 'bout nothing 'cept to get this album out dog
Fuck e'ry body in the world of this outlaw
Coming to you live from my home studio
In south side
hazardous
Never got released, it just gathers dust
Voices in my head saying "Jared dazzle us
You never release anything fast enough
It may not matter to you
Who bold enough to challenge this deadly reportation
Of keeping MC's in a hopeless situation
No comparison, if you put the darts side by side
One
If the sound of my voice is a presence in your presence at the moment
I just want to say thank you
This project, not by any means is to become
progressed
From meetin' Trey in Atlanta to doin' a cameo in his video
Which made everything right with X (Songz)
I got too many records and not enough
stunted before the growth spurt
Taught me my ABC’s to exist
Taught me my country really needs to face a cease and desist
The impression that i show
bigups if you listen to the sounds I do
And that's enough of that let's crack on with album 2
Chauffeured by the latest and greatest strand or brand of pessimism
This album’s dedicated to a basement fulla addicts
It’s too hot up in the kitchen
Had
yet
I've got the goals that a true artist might set
But am I good enough to justify the mindset
I'm not immortal, but something I make
Could be, so I've
Y'all know me, still the same O.G.
But I been low-key
Hated on by most these - with no cheese
No deals and no G's
No wheels and no keys
No
Y'all know me, still the same O.G.
But I been low-key
Hated on by most these niggas with no cheese
No deals and no G's
No wheels and no keys
No
Y'all know me, still the same O.G.
But I been low-key
Hated on by most these niggas with no cheese
No deals and no G's
No wheels and no keys
No
the work
My time now, suffered enough
With humble beginnings, shit was tough
Now I'm ballin', she's on her knees
Easy E
So don't you dare come at me
When you
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