Lyrics:
climb, the
Unsuspecting rise by hundreds, from the finite
Ensemble of files, eyewitnesses find as
Hits, but the limelight can flicker in upon a
Disguise,
footprints
I'm the unknown sphinx, welcome to the album
Literally, I levitate lyrically like a falcon
I'm starin at you, from a aerial view
Barin your next
reality flow
I'm tryna time my album dropping
With a reality show
Cock the MAC-11 in front of Hot 97
And call my publicist
Tell her we in press heaven (Ha
explained that it was the kissing disease. So I put those two facts together. I'm a very, you know, thrilling detective. And I was wondering, well, you know,
Yeah, it's CMG the album, nigga, you know what I'm sayin'?
History
You ain't never seen this many gangsters in the same squad
You never seen this
many niggas, not enough hoes
And some of you niggas, acting like hoes
Stay to myself like loners do
Get high by myself, I'm not in the mood
To politic
1994 but I'm 2 legit 2 quit
99 to 6 kilos was the shit
But dat were batter den roofin' dat shit be bad for ya skin
Niggas was ruthless and Lord
to do with defeats
I turn all of those to motivational musical speech
Oh, and by the way, guess what I'm doin' to eat?
Yup, rappin', who cares about
Man this is to fucking hard to not go on the album...
I think it's gonna go on the album
Beautiful tango
Take me by the hand
Beautiful tango
Until
pushing through like I'm Lupe
People still hate me like I'm Ronnie 2k
All my beats and raps equal Bron and D-Wade
I could do a whole album by my fucking
Yeah
Back at it again, Closet Chronicles, you know what I'm saying
Maybe I should name my album Closet Chronic
I don't know
I'll figure it out
Just
leader never leave the block without my heater
Two big pits, I call them my bitch nigga eaters
And not a whimper 'til I'm gone
Thug Life runnin through my
or the
Legs of a hoochie
And that's off top like a toupee, I'm 2Pac
Coming back for doomsday, spitting at cops
Go and cop my album
Get high to it, pop some
Hungry's a understatement, I'm starvin' like Marvin
On that graveyard shift, till I'm in the coffin (work)
Every song, rip it like a bong, bet I
want a simple life, a happy life
Two plus kids, a loving wife
Until sliced by the reapers scythe
I'll aim for peace, I'm too precise
Realized
back it up
Everyday I look like an album cover
My Death Row Chain going platinum plus
My Death Row Chain got them lapping up
Two seater Benz Puerto Rican
question it
We gon' get the album done by the deadline
I'll talk to ya later, over and out brother
dropping this album now
Ready lay by bucal
I´ll be the witch of the woods
I´m not the bitch of the hood’s
Driving that old Santa Cruz
Say “ I´m
of Ft. Meyers
I got principles nigga that's what I live by
I ain't got rap feature and I'm still alive
Not 1 my 3 album is you surprised worth my
Written by Adedamola Adeniji & Dorcas Odutola
You can't the scam the scammer
You wan use me like James and Kamal
Bem who born their mama
Them wan
The EP first, now followed by an album
This a piece of my soul, a body of work, more than just a little something
Been a year full of drops, full
world is fuckin dyin
[Chorus I (2X)]
[C-Murder]
My nigga dead, my nigga died, how the fuck you figure
Another victim, my brother was a drug deala
I'm
sound fictional
But R kelly wrote the remix
To Ignition before the original
Prince's first album
He played every instrument
And sang all the vocals, wow
of a magazine ain't even got a album out
Hop at da streets my delete cuh my hits out
Now I'm da one everybody wanna talk about
Hustle hard ball harder dats wat I
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