Lyrics:
Cause they know you and they will destroy you
They say they'll keep a secret but aren't even loyal
Only trust the people that are closest to you
I ain't
get scared by angels
I have no fear to fail because I'll get through it
To get me through my hell, I had to make music
And I wanted to do it different
motherfucker
I've held shit you would be crushed by
I've held shit you couldn't even fathom holding
So all the fucking pricks who are gonna say
CB, your album's
I can't drive by
The old house
Something's missing in its four walls
It's not the
Door I'd walk through
A different entrance then I knew
You'd be
at the ceiling
I can't get a break nothing I can really do
How many fucking issues did you sing on album two
I know it's just a song but I wrote this song for you
and walk down that alley
Married to the game, I'm amazed by this album
Treat it like a maze yea I'm thankful for the outcome
Hoping for some praise, already
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
me off at Terry's yard
Cos I had an album to finish up
Yeah I got about 2 tracks to do
I'll drop you a text when I finish up
Ha how times have changed
and Cody living that sweet life, Channel Orange singing 'bout sweet life
Sweet life. Sweet rides. Sweet times. Sweet, right?
Life goes by too fast, Jimmy
before my album drop
My homeboys'll clap you down
We took a break for a minute
And now we bangin'
But we been listenin' to everything that you been
nicknamed her Missy
She lives alone out in New Orleans, she always tells me she miss me
But such as life, this story's real, it's not a movie by Disney
the brothers representin' the Dirty Dozen
I be the F-R-O the double G
And check out the man, he goes by the name of er
Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady
[Chorus: x2]
D.E.E.P. you want to go D.E.E.P. I'll take ya D.E.E.P.
You know you fucked up when you let my mind creep
Deeper than the page
Doing what we gotta do to make a profit
Keep that thing on your
Waist cause niggas poppin' hesitate cuz
They'll let you feel them shots boy
(Watts boys
begun
Counting down the days until we’re turned to ash by the sun’s rays
Love your fucking self
So You’ll be a memory, someday
Yo yo yo, RIP MF DOOM
Rip
getting cold?
Sitting with your parka all on your own
Sulking on gig night
Write another album made out of spite
I'm bored by the sight
I'll bore you now
Wouldn't be where I'm standing if they hadn't have fought for me,
From a nothing rep, now we live busting sets,
So if you own a Hoods album you get nuff
ain't that shit by now I'm soon to be
When I choke hold mics I
Don't give'em room to breathe
I'm just doing me
But girl if you're fine I'll do you free
By
boom on your black ass, bitch
You could get the finger, the middle (come and get some)
I thought I hit rock bottom, they ban my album, point
And when I'm rollin' by
Niggas can't see me
The stares of a million pairs of eyes
And you'll never realize
You can't see me
Been gettin' word that
And when I'm rollin' by
Niggas can't see me
The stares of a million pairs of eyes
And you'll never realize
You can't see me
Been gettin' word that
and my man Rick got millions of gold albums
(That's a lie) I'm gettin' cold money every day
(You're a liar)
You'll need a wheel barrow for all that shit in
'cause I'm coming, it's my album
And for the record, meaning my record, check it
Listen to the single and you'll be like, yo, I gotta get it
But in
Tarantino
They do me like Benny Blanco then I'll go smoke Carlito
In Vegas, I sold a kilo at a suite in the Rio
I often eat with them people that'll kidnap
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