Lyrics:
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
while I'm fucking it
I just can't put all my trust in it
I make it hot like a oven mitt
And she can't call me by my government
I know they gone love this
livin
I'm out to get it my truck an ak can hit it
I'm a rap tycoon, I was fly in the whom
So I'm gettin ass like a public bathroom
I went from Rikers
me out from the start
I counted the doubt in my thoughts
I counted out loud then I stopped
Started counting the hits that I've dropped
My Fingers ran
I'm tryna write these hits yah
You're unoriginal and unfunny
People be like who the hell is this
Coming in here tryna dislike a 15-year-old
Got no ice
that album
The Score by The Fugees
Or Bob Marley's greatest hits
The Legend album
Or the Blueprint
Or Abbey Road
Or something that
When you hear it
saving by saying the same sayings staying amazed
For days stuck in a daze it don't even phase
You think you out of the maze you ain't making no plays
Time"
"Lee Harvey Oswald was shot."
"I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by
Wait for me
Falling in love with the money
Bitch I got class, no study
And she got ass, snow bunny
Get that boy a tissue, nose runny
Back in the field,
DeSaint, yeah yeah
Saints never die they get chubby and they move to Miami, yeah
I said saints never die they get chubby and they move to Miami
Never
and it's hard for me to drive
Gettin head and gettin high, man, I make that pussy echo
Known for hit and runs, so I hope you got that gecko
Put it in yo
get it
Times is money run it up by the minute
Ain't no jabbing I just walk off da pivot just hit up my dawg tol'em we gotta get it
Yea
Circle built
I met you in a club in Atlanta, Georgia
Said me and my homeboy were coming out with an album
You looked at me like, "Yeah, nigga right"
But you
you wanna
But I pray you get the message by the time that I’m done
Reading the book of John, so shout out to Forerunner
Integrate the word in my flow,
there ain't no pretendin'?
Get in the trunk, buy the album, here I'm endin'.
This is how I'm comin'.
How ya comin', baby?
me
I'm still on the run eatin' so I got chubby
I spaz up in the Tunnel, stab niggaz with pens
That's why 'til this day they don't let me in
I be in
now these labels tryin' to jump on our cock
If we could get Sheek album we'll sign D-Block
P and Kiss was like fuck that we gettin' you off
We up in
tryin' to jump on our cock
If we could get Sheek album we'll sign D-Block
P and Kiss was like fuck that we gettin' you off
We up in there, the rest
hit your girl
Then this is my apology
Cause suckers that be tripping
About these bitches tryna body me
I'm about to go rope around my arm
Needle in it
Motivated by Shakur and the hunger for more
For myself and my people
The future is see-through
Create it in moments when chilling with people you love
Love,
People sayin' it's a horserace
But I let 'em all win for their self-esteem
Cuz my album's on the shelf, by itself, you see
I don't help for free, I
and Chronic stood as basically all that I would
Ever listen to and when I bought my first Onxy album, I started bumpin' them
Naught By Nature, Mobb Deep
serenade, catchin' them plays
Used to throw the profit on the bitches at Blaze
Columbia, dry serve a nigga at Checkers
Hit a lot of licks, we was livin'
on
Let the cries out
Wave a whole chicken by his
Legs near the crotch smells
Sweating bullets in the tip
Blow torching his flesh
I seen his face melt
Drip
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