Lyrics:
he won't leave
I'm the king guess I'm too cocky
They never seen me confident
After this album you going need some therapy
I think you need cognitive
album
I saw my flaws
Unlike the first verse, this time
Something was on ground
Like baking a cake
(You gotta make good use of the flour)
Wanna stand
If I was drafted you know I be one and done
Teddi evolving like Pokemon that you will never catch, cause he one of one
I'm studying artists to look
Night and Day
Met in a hallway playing Twister (playing Twister?)
That be my soul sister
Twisting on the second floor (second floor)
I heard her sing
I couldn't hit it sideways
Oh, just like Sister Ray said
Play on
Cecil's got his new piece
He cocks and shoots between three and four
He aims
said
Shot him 8 times
So happy he's dead
Fuck man
I'm so happy he's dead
Before I wake I pray
Nigga I sin everyday
Yeah nigga you broke
You can't get lit
than they said I'd ever do
But by time you hear this song
Sonny, my next album will already be done
And it's-it's just kinda chilling
Last year I was, I
blow up yet
But give it time my shit gone pop
I do it for sister, for my mom, and for my pops
Fuck a hater, fuck a opp
Why these niggas keep sneak dissin
selfish sense, if their behavior is changed or eliminated, then in
The future you won't be hurt by them again, either them directly or their progeny
Being
his own songs he was Thinking
Later you could see him with his Cousin he was writing
It's my time
Don't be shy
I'll give a try
I'm going all by myself
Nature boy renaissance
Boy crying please do stop
Swim to moons when albums drop
Butterflies affect us all
Pastel blues I still stand tall
Fuck yall
Cosmic
From a town in Louisiana on the wrong side of the tracks,
came a rowdy Ragin Cajun by the name of Rupernac,
He was harder than a hickory long
got me out here spendin' more time with my daughter (he do)
Takin' Kobe from us had the whole world stressed
You coulda took a average player, not one
a puppet, he Woody
If this was a musical, he gettin' bullied by everybody that's walkin'
The nerds and the staff and the hoes and the nigga that's tardy
That
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
you know we here to win, I might take your bitch and Might as well go make a demon kid
Brodie is a clown, it's like he got made up by Stephen King, ay,
Momma always said, "I was her favorite mistake"
Poppa said, "I made it", and he's fuckin' amazed
My sister begging me to get her friends backstage
donated Prince Andrew as a show of their support
Was it just luck the only ship that wasn't struck was the one on which he fought?
Three cheers for good
donated Prince Andrew as a show of their support
Was it just luck the only ship that wasn't struck was the one on which he fought?
Three cheers for good
going
Téo, he was kind enough to let us play
The rest of his album on air today for you all
Is there anything else you want to say about it
Yeah, I just
traffic just to fly kites
Time out, the free-style rhyme out, my last rights
Fuck a classic album, give my life 5 mics
And when the smoke clears, you
and the advice
Drunk, walkin' out in traffic just to fly kites
Time out, the free style rhyme out, my last rights
Fuck a classic album, give my life 5 mics
Dreams are coming
And it’s coming very soon
Album Mode on reboot
We’re on our way to the moon
It’s only been a minute, but it only been a month
Album
erupt like the Boston Mara, um never mind
So by the time you hear this, I probably wrapped an album
Y'all better fuck with this shit, I'm bout'a take you
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