Lyrics:
the system kill me?
If I drop this album and it sells
And the next one don't top it, will it be considered a failure?
If I had to drop outta the limelight
like Nike Air
Check a bag like Nike Air, that real shit it start here, Ls
I can turn your girl into an eater
Pineapple Crush by the liter
OTF,
motherfucker want to be just like me
Screamed at and treated like shit by your wifey
This hot bitch be sweatin' the coke cash
My baby mother think I grow
Fiend, me, Beats By The Pound, you know that's gon' pop
Jump in the game in the walkway
With enough money to fuck with
Till ya hear that last fuckin'
Fiend, me, Beats By The Pound, you know that's gon' pop
Jump in the game in the walkway
With enough money to fuck with
Till ya hear that last fuckin'
hot
You talkin' like you tryin' to
Get a nigga knocked
What time is it? man, it's fuckin' 4 O'clock
I shouldn't sell you shit, but Son
Meet me
a million uncreative rappers tryin to be me
I'm startin to feel like Jimi Hendrix
When they covered the story who started rock
Magazines put blankets over
playin' with the bands, like Dido (Dido)
I don't smoke weed, indoor by my lonely, like a widow (widow)
Ice cubes, pour me some more (oh), she pop like
the dope
Extendo like a rope!
I ain't no average joe!
I am an animal!
Smoking by the O!
Ugh!
Rapping through my way
I cook up everyday
look up everyday
Thank
fun, but that’s just me
Bad news Charlie brought us updates, none of them good
Bob and his kids kept warm by burnin’ wood
Food was runnin’ low, for big
Dearest Madcracker and Boom Boom Bidoo
If you have not heard from me by the time when you get the receipt of the car
How do I spell that right
Second
I
the light was bright on the (ave)
I went to pick up cash from my cousin little Kev
He told me Joe had a dream in jail he got steamed
His wife became
the light was bright on the (ave)
I went to pick up cash from my cousin little Kev
He told me Joe had a dream in jail he got steamed
His wife became
about a dime a dozen
Ash and exhale, days keep on coming
Collapsing supernova
I got work by Bova
Up in the shadowbox
Framed like it was priceless
Bob
by my side, got to bond like a ligament
We be low-key like a lizard skin
Tryna get a bag like a M&M
She on a hook like when I fish
She give me
sleep)
By the time I’m done mercking this song we gonna need to find somebody to clean it up
Yeah
First album debut uh (Let's go)
Gonna blow like a nuke uh
lessons, getting noticed by professors
But my sleep ain't getting better, counting sheep along with Deckard
I been eating like I'm Lecter, but I source my
ride
No credit, no debit, no thanks
My clique pay cash everything we buy
See me walking by with my nose in the sky
Make you be like Damn bitch, can't say
And ain't no jokin'
Fresh like fat-laces and dukey ropes and I keep on smokin'
Young but I'm ready, so that means I'm strokin'
If you pet me nowadays,
with fire so I'm hitting the gym
Satan still trying he can go eat a dick
I escape situations by just being me
Reset the playing field something I will
you enough for standin' right by side
For givin' me this try, a taste to know what it's like
To be appreciated the second I pick up this mic 'cause
You
Big man big track big time big vibes big work on a big bad album
These bombs be dropping be dropping on your head
Like a burton foot and a old school
can't knock the hustle (alright)
But I- it's like a game of twenty-one and I got nineteen
And my Jake but I put more D on me
Lil' Weezy Wee gon' eat
Ay Joe you a motherfucking fool for this shit
No Glasses
It's just some Monopoly shit
Put the re up
Count my cheese up
Lighting tree up just like
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