Lyrics:
tossin it
With all the problems in this world man it softens it
The music getting louder by the years
Drop a eight track album now I'm showing up my peers
I used to feel like I'm cursed
I didn't even thought of reverse
I was made since birth
So it's hard for me to convert
Disrespected by girls
So I'm
in my spare time
Swear I'm so over prepared I am
With a burning match sat perched by the next
Like motherfucker hurt me
Lets start a damn fire
They
Had stop showing love, they would take me for granted
Finna drop me an album, cause I'm feeling sadder
This anger inside me been hurting me sadly
Said
resident
Resident supported by the speaker view
Want to feel it in your shoe
Let me show you how
Platform witnesses
Witnesses, show you to my show-lab
screw and common knew
We had bitches by the dozens "huh" we fuckin' cousins
You can throw ya middle finger if ya feel me loc
A nigga just got paid
Come on
Perhaps I was addicted to the dark side
Somewhere inside my childhood witnessed my heart die
And even though we both came from the same
screw and common knew
We had b****es by the dozens "huh" we f***in' cousins
You can throw ya middle finger if ya feel me loc
A n**** just got paid
won't leave
Rod wave I got my heart on my sleeve
Like my heart it just fell out my body I'm doing everything I can to retrieve
I just sit by my loan and I
From the west side
Where the cowboys roam the night
The Monte Carlos rumble by
Under these faded old street lights
Whoa-whoa on the west side
unrecognized
Nobody stopped me I was never surprised
By anybody's actions or by an ex-lover's eyes
And this felt good
And this felt so right
on my last album never said it in person
I learned to put my pride aside my family important foreal
You know sometimes you just gotta take the L
And you
non riesco a farlo
Non vedo l'ora
Di finire questo album
Così puoi ascoltarlo
E capire quanto cazzo mi sento affranto
La musica mi sta lasciando
E mi da
suprised
I know that you'll agree
We made the best L-O-V-E
So when you leave him again
Don't come crawling back to me
She came to me with her arms wide
Uh
Breeze breath breeze
I took my heart off my sleeve
Where I come from we pull up and handle the deed
You probably call the police
I probably bought
Put out an album then in flopped, think that's a diss to me
No, every L you take you closer to a W
But that's unless of course you letting those L's
a stash for the 38 snub
And a Banks album 'cause that's where I got my buds
Gimme muscles like 50
Gimme Yayo hands
Gimme a collection plate for Ma$e fans
we've come a long way (look)
Uh (REAS')
Niggas want my old shit (ooh), buy my old album (yeah)
And tell your favorite rappers, "Come see me and peep
peel it back layer-by-layer
Yeah, DAYTONA
Album of the motherfuckin' year
And you talkin' 'bout you upset
Hahahahaha
Well I wanna see what it's like
Judge me by my workload
Ain't changed but my tempo
No gang still ten toes
Bible sitting on the dresser
By the .38 special
Trust no man or the devil
Love
mastered
Armed with the arsenic pen for the
Men that wanna beg friend
Or pretend it is them that
Stand what I stand for
Step in the ring get banged by
fear
I snatched your heart
Put it way up on the chart
At ten you're fucked
At nine you suck
At eight you're a sucker
At seven-a mothafucka
At six
flaw
Your album sales proves you’re not that hard
You getting crucified on these damn blogs
Cause you don’t got bars
And you don’t got heart and you got
heart to give
Do it big - "this is for the bucket list"
You only get but so many days, but the passion just
Won't go away - "this is for the bucket list"
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