Lyrics:
don't need one
NB: The TV Version continuesthe
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Praline: Then I would like a statement to
That effect signed by the Lord
[Master Ace]
Awww yeah! Uh uh huh
One two microphone check one two
Microphone check one two microphone check one two
Tell you what I'm gonna
get into
I'm back right
And I know you know the song
Like Jack And rose in the ocean
I adore you holding on
This is album mode Third
Told my maps
to think about, shit
Now I'm out
Uh, yeah, check 2-1-2
Who rock the motherfuckin' microphone
Better than Q? Yeah, uh, check 2-1-2
Who rock the motherfuckin'
cockatoo
I might eat a cock or two
Call me by my name cause I couldn't give a fuck or two
Pop like I'm swedish, Max on the beat, like
Who that be? Did
me over envy
They want to send me, when we use to be friendly
Think I started off on top with two platinum albums?
Naw dog, I started off from
got a trampoline in my room
Damn
Two, Three, Four
Hold your fuckin' horses
Niggas really fuckin' thought that T lost it
Like I'm better
And since they never paid me an ounce of respect
Then I'm takin it now
What up
What wah wah what
One, two, one, two
What wah wah what
One, two, one, two
What
a mil before my album hit the shelves
And I ain't talkin' bout no signin' bonus (uh-uh)
'Tics went platinum to remind ya homey
I'm not a restroom so
you nigga,
I got the 40/40 made by two jiggas,
I make you "Holla, Holla", I Ja Rule niggas!
The lion's in the room, what up Fat Joe?
I'm Curtis'
by the fact that
I just sliced through they back ()
All these new era rappers? Figure's
That they like cap
(Figure's that they like cap)
If I'm a fool
that Pimp caught two cases
He got probation, said, "Fuck you hoes"
We finish the album, got ready to do a couple shows
And then he violated, one month
first met, we wasn't on the same page
From pettiness understandings that got cleared up with age
Two young boys who was ready to mash
Put P
hundred acres like I'm triple platinum
Triple platinum without an album sale
Three million grams, I left a powder trail
All gold Rollie, face like
between me and you, ouu so mad like a parent, I'm counting you down from three to two
And if I get down to one, then we're done, quit
This shit's becoming
Smokescreen
Kenmore, Too cold
4 ply, 2 fold
I got new goals
You still you bro
Put on artists
Dropped new projects
I'm hot regardless
I can guess your problem
38.4 seconds in and im about to kill the flow
Hop in my car, tank almost empty, im about to go
Album been teased for a few months, i hope you ready
long" to all my youthful days
Those will be the part of me, as always
I'm moving on, chapter two is in my hands
That's where this one little story ends
wack, they all see me
Warm up two like some hot car seats
By the end of this year, I'll buy a TV
I'll be on TV, on a tall HD
I'm living that life and I
Four years in the making
Might ramble here quite a bit
So take a seat, gather round
Welcome all to my shortlist
Of what I'm going through, I wanted
Yeah
Two
The calm before the storm
Penning my life behind these bars and these beats that I prescribe
So when I'm dead and gone, I hope they keep me
here to stay, I ain't hiding, got a album on the way
Spend a bag to feel okay and get it back by the day
Dancing with my demons, different reasons
Feel
isn't my day
Y'all can dub and hurt me
But I'm fueled by God's tender love and mercy
Devil tryna work me
But I pop up in the scene, chocolate car,
The way they used it all up and didn't pay the man
And after 2 platnum albums, you call me weak
Cause I don't sell records in the East
Now what's funky,
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