Lyrics:
man
I got the album right here, man, send this to 'em
Ima flex on em
Its time to flex on em
Let me flex on em
A yo my shit is gonna pop
Cats hating That's cool
I'm gonna look down on em from on top
It's
there's no faucets by my pillow
When I close my eyes
Album cover art by Tool appears
Pull up to the party
I been sipping' Robotussin
Shuffle through
Who dat running through your view?
Who dat mobbing with his crew?
Who dat talk it like he walk like he got something to prove
Want an album? Give 'em
by myself, these blessings heavenly
I can't explain how I'm doing this lately
Heard my Grandmama say, that's cause he's using you baby
Let'em use you
Thousand dollar shades on
My lil' homies boost 'em
Songs bump in Houston like Trae
Tha Truth produced 'em silverback nigga
I suggest you get used
out ya ass!
See in just six months I infiltrated the system
If you find somebody better, then I'm sorry I missed 'em
Niggas hate giving me props cause I
'em, yahm
Tell the world this is what I call living as I ride through the stars
And I'm blinded by the lights
And we're on the quest
We're running
MAN y'all MUST GOT ME CONFUSE I TAKE NIGGAZ BY TWO I BREAK NIGGAZ IN TWO MAN y'all FAKE NIGGAZ IS through I HEAR YA ALBUM IS POO I'm JUS TELLIN DA TRUTH
[Chorus]
You.. didn't, care about me
And now this is how it has to be
I was lost, but now I am free
I'm happy cuz I found a family
Whattup Em
quote
On the first few albums
That "that present day composer
Refuses to die, " by putting his name on the
Albums, I led a lot of people
In the direction
[Chorus: x8]
This a trap
This ain't no album
This ain't no game
This a trap (trap muzik)
Welcome back to the trap
Niggas back in the trap
i been in the house all night
i don't know nothing bout that shit man
I got the album right here
man send this to em
Motherfuckers talkin' crazy (yeah), sayin' I should quit (yeah)
I fuckin' tell 'em make me (bitch), eat a fuckin' dick (yeah)
I'm feelin' like
Real love don't have an image
Not magic witness by havin’
Bitches or grabbin' riches
If it's about your own self-validation
You’re bound to fail
taken back
They taken back, by my skills
Strike a cord in their nerves
Give em all the chills
La Roux comin' for you swagger on a hundred mill
A hundred
And be so material, and act like we
Never even begged to see 'em
But now we neglect 'em, mistreat em
Don't see em, the older days
Were the colder days, but
Really gotta drop the
Toxic mutha fuckas
Every time they come by, it turns into a ruckus
Begging for the cash, keep off, keep em far away
I dont want
true colors as they give your neck a slit
While listening to an album that was written by the sick!
I'm bringing back the evilness into the Horror scene
a while, you know, he got it
By his second album
He wrote three songs on the first album
And wrote four on the Thriller
The lion queen is Hollywood
I'll rule the world with charm and cool
You know I am astrology freak, baby
And that's all that this album's gonna be
But
Everybody think he owe em?
They stay askin him for weed plants like he grow em'
They know if he catch em? violatin he'll blow em?
Always wanna know what he
friends down
Until ya family up"
If I bring the fish by they cookin'
It's a fish fry
My friends make the fish fly but
They ain't playin' Candy Crush
I don't
you 5 seconds
[Roscoe]
The wait is finally done with, the time is now
YA, like who want it, we in it to run it
The album's done nigga, Volume 1 nigga
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