Lyrics:
certain things
You keep behind the curtains
And cursin' burns your bridges
Been curved and I've earned my
Blemishes
Seems like every day
There's
My head feeling awful heavy hey man
You give a rapping junkie a bag of money
He'll disappear
Tell you the album's coming
Now that's all I wanna say
Bob about some redemption
I ain't need your attention I disappointed in the world and people you drank me out I'm faded and don't know how to find my
'm like a dead body coming for its murderer
Shit, you seen Chino lately? You gotta see him
What you get to make an album, I get in one day's per diem
Go
button
We dropped this album yeah it's really sudden
I don't give a shit about your fake judging
You just jealous bout the beats I be crushing
By the time
of tension
You won't drop a decent record
Cuz you fiddle with erections
This how I know
That you been sneak dissing up in the hiding
CAs when I said called
ones you don't know about
Buns by the tons, mad guns and we going out
What!!
[Swizz beatz]
It ain't over, it ain't over, ain't over
[Sonja
Wind in my hair, I was there
I remember it all too well
Photo album on the counter, your cheeks were turnin' red
You used to be a little kid with
where you think i get my beats
This is what i been for i just hope its been for me
But it ain’t really that simple shit get harder by the week
I’m keeping
can rock after them)
Hated by everyone
[Cos.m.i.c]
Yo all I see is MC´s spreading wackness, preaching slackness
but yo bullshit you couldn't make me
playing my tekken
FIFA villain feeling perplexed
I'm here with Dylan always impressed
I'm too complex with my flex
With my flow
How I guess
With you hoes
niggas hide behind their mask they like power rangers
your bitches eyebrows looking like the super circus
mask on mask off bitch i been me
type to do
chiggity Chad
The Spider's flow will deliver some of the dopest shit you've higgity had
I'm reppin' Philly, PA by way of NEPA
Only go forwards don't go
and thieves
Roamin' box hill streets, gettin' stopped by police
At thirteen It was me, Dylan and Chris
Breakin' into that school, first time i got knicked
Jacks
Countless perfect songs
You know, like our shit
Ah
Way, this is our way
Ah
I heard souls
And it just, that sounded quite cool to me
Yeah that would've been
make you bleed with every cut from this album
So I'm choppin' 'em up like Dahmer
The nut job with the nuts that are bigger than Jabba the Hutt
I'm in
cocky till gun a gun cocking
Thats enough watching from the sidelines, peeking my eye by
All I knew i had to jump in, I'll be a nice guy
Three albums in I
circle, known that nigga since a toddler
Aye this my moment I ain't letting nothing bother me
Just like boxing, nigga, you just gotta bob and weave
Tappin'
West
What up
How are you?
I'm awesome
I know you're doing a ton
Of interviews right now, this
Is the first time you've been to Amp radio
So I have
(You don't use uh, you don't use narcotics)
(Do you Bob?)
All that smokin' can't be safe
All real niggas can relate
Too much commas in the safe
be found
Don't expect too much from me
And I won't let you down
Never been ashamed of the clothes I wear
I've never been a nickel millionaire
Depression Anxiety
PTSD
ADHD
Low self-esteem
Abuse
Whatever
I want you to throw this on Cleveland
The album
Produce mix and master by me
enough fellas to be you, nigga
I got the 40/40 made by two jiggas
I make you Holla, Holla, I Ja Rule niggas
The lion's in the room, waddup Fat Joe?
I
[Verse 1:]
I'm performin tonight you know that shit gon be packed
Pay me in advance and make sure that it's exact
My ex girl I'll probably show up
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