Lyrics:
rap de caille-ra? Ok
Ça s'prend pour Mariah Carey à quatre mois d'karaoké
Mon nouveau rap, matraque le rock
Et tout l'gratin d'la variét'
On envie
the world don't need me here
My family don't love me and they wouldn't shed a tear
I won't lie he had me second guessing my life in the mirror
Then suddenly
influenced by that girl
Dyin' from botched surgeries—what a sad world!
But before the butt job, you was a Spongebob
Suckin' cock for records, captain
his bitch the real tooth fairy
Picking up his teeth w all the jokes but he was not Jim Carey
Heard he snitchin' pointing at them mugshots like it's
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
I feel—I feel compelled to[01:40.71]I—I was inspired by other outros like Note to Self by J. Cole on 2014[01:51.24]I listen to the whole album top
real world is, only a dream
I love you cat
I love you too
Jour body moved slow and your brain did too
Your mind was wrecked by drugs
I'm glad I don't
do I entertain y'all with my disrespect?
Respectfully (Great John on the beat, by the way)
Lil Nas X gon' catch AIDS and die like Eazy-E (he is)
to the top now tell me are you ready
Headed to the top like my Father, like he told me
I’m Blessed By the Best and you are gonna see me
What I told to you now
a clean record
Gave him the lane to go from street coke
To the good life of the champagne it's
Also a play on how he
Makes money off records, his albums
Are
milli? He got something to live for
Don't wanna nigga putting four through that Bentley coupe door
I'll manhandle Mariah like "Bitch, get on the ground
the sanitizer? (Jheeze)
Just flutter by, he said "Giggs can you handle this?"
He said "Float like a butterfly"
I bring truth, but they love a lie
Plans, I'm
By the time I did, heard that you had a kid
By some nigga in Decatur
Who replied, "See you later", when he got the good news, that's life shit
Now,
talk of mental
Illness on the album at one
Point in the track "Sunday, " you and
Frank Ocean rap in unison
"What good is West Coast weather if you're
I'm playing clash
Crazy lays like fucking T Jazz
Your girl kinda cute and she got some ass
Now we stay on top we on top of the world
This song is a gem
took the best selfie in the world
Seattle won the super bowl and Denver couldn't manage
And same sex marriage has made it to the Grammy's
And yeah I
a light in the Vatican window for all the world to see
And a voice cries in the wilderness and sometimes he speaks for me
I suppose I love him most of all
means I would never be brought into this world
'Cuz my daddy was so thrilled when he found him a
White girl to take back to Jonesborough with
'Lil
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
number for the souls under the heavens
Because I disrespected reverend confessions of my presence
Life lessons with a message, protracted by the most high
a little nigga by the name of Chris
Nobody paid him any mind, no one gave a shit (ahh)
Knowing he could rap, no one lent a hand
So he went about his
a little nigga by the name of Chris
Nobody paid him any mind, no one gave a shit (ahh)
Knowing he could rap, no one lent a hand
So he went about his
Underground left and right pair surround sound can't be scared
Plea the ams radio tapes that he jammed
Golden chrome, desert eagle never left at home
Flip
freestyle
That's why it's a free-style
Woo, Y'all know
This is the outro of the album y'all
I finna use 5 minutes
To explain myself y'all
You know the thing
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