Lyrics:
me
Thank God I'm pretty
Thank God I'm pretty
Evey skill I ever have
Will be in question
Every ill that I must suffer
Clearly brought on by
As we proceed to give you what you need
As we proceed to give you what you need
Likes the morning dude
I took one look at you
And it was play
(Gone)
I guess I’m pretty used to this
All of my songs being
Either hit or miss
What can’t you tell what the problem is
I was lacking content
You can’t
recording again
I can barely even pay for my car, but pretty soon I'll be owning like ten
You wonder why you ain't been making them dollars?
I promise it's
lazy
But you don't phase me, can't face me now ain't that crazy, I'm shook
Now take look at my jacket bandana print yeah that's paisley
Been on my shit
of ghostwriters
Did you hear my damn album yeah it's pretty hard
Plus I've kept it old school like a fuckin' VCR
Females all agree yo I'm a swell muchacho
That'
an album that blow up like cherry bombs
cnd get a house in the hills and party with scary blondes
They got the booty shorts and they look like they barely
what’s inside you need to be the one who lives in the peace
（为了保持自己的内心，让其强大，反而需要学会让自己平静）
when bad shit hit on me I’ll surely get weak
(Save me)
These other people talking yes it drives you crazy (Crazy)
Look me in my eyes I’ll know we’ll make it baby (Baby)
You acting distant are you
promise this time I'll give you way more of my time
I promise this time that I'll stay right by your side
I promise I'll be who you seen in me from
pretty sure he was getting lit
My nigga, too sorry for being antisocial
I weren't in the mood
Rappers spending time telling lies
Don't you miss the truth?
Uh, yeah, uh-huh, yeah
ED O.G. uh uh, D Quest uh uh
Boston's Finest, y'all check this out
You challenge me I'll challenge you, off balance fool
dead artist 'cause too many mismatchin'
Don't pit 'em against me, I'll pimp smack 'em and bitch slap 'em
They'll look at me like
Oh my
I surpassed my
who's not afraid to disagree
I'm elite
You step to me
I'll show you what hurt really means
Won't kill you but it'll look like a murder scene
Better
this
I'm done with the test
Trying to lift my spirits
Get the bar off my chest
I'll smile in your face
While I'm dealing with the stress
I don't sleep
can't stop it 'till they cop it. Welcome to the cock pit
I put my mask on second... Go ahead dissect it
I'm just tryna get by
All the times they've lied
God I trust, you better never fold
Another rule I abide by, I'll never trust a ho
Don't put no cat on a pedestal when it's been all over poles
I told
album, what you hate me?
Arf
Said I was your dog
Said I was your nigga that let you see it all through the fog
Arrf
Said I was your mans and them
performed two songs and most hate it
I'm despised by the heavens, my tombstone is post-dated
I told flex he had to wait to get my album, but I guess he
won't have it
So average your status it don't matter
Shey you know we bout that life so don't panic
Look fresh look fly with no stylist
I'm bout to put
My albums are underground, but this blessing is all mine
And when it's tour time, we open more minds
You need to rethink who you think is
Look
I'ma pull a Scru on 'em
I'ma spit it real slow, so they can hear me real quick
(Bro, that's stupid!)
Anyway...
Come on and chill with Tox
If
By the type of motherfuckers who ain't scared of shit
And if you playing this album, and I'm no longer here
And sometime far away from when I recorded
into a man who grew up livin' life
Who didn't wanna be rebelliously harmed by anything
Yeah it's bomb season, so get ready
Hold the bomb or I'll explode
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