Lyrics:
on the map,
Turns out I was stuck in London tryin’ to rap
I gather I’m still fighting the conservatories
But you’ll here, I’ve got a new album called Ghost
on the map,
Turns out I was stuck in London tryin’ to rap
I gather I’m still fighting the conservatories
But you’ll here, I’ve got a new album called Ghost
the rhythm I'm lending
The message I'm sending from London to Linley
Girls are given a chance to get ya all pampered
Leave them ol' cramps in your pants
the cartel (Uh, huh)
Bag heavy, pick it up, it
Feel like I'm liftin' barbells, yeah
Turkey Backwoods, smokin' out the pound
London pound wrapped in my vibe
I
'Bach
I'm the realest that run it, I just happen to rap
I ain't gotta clap at 'em, niggas scared of that black
I drop that "Black Album" then I back,
'Bach
I'm the realest that run it, I just happen to rap
I ain't gotta clap at 'em, niggas scared of that black
I drop that "Black Album" then I back,
PARIS Fashion has a new odd couple:
Bernard Arnault and Kanye West
The luxury titan turned out Saturday
Night for an impromptu concert
By West in
(here in london where the rain is pouring down)
I wish you were here
(on this airplane headed back to new york town)
I'll never leave you alone again
I'm
london town and
I'm pushing out music
Like I'm begging for wishes from a fountain
Yeah
My accountant is me
This is my life provocatively
Positivity has
bring out the best of me now
The best of me now
The best of me now
Best of me now
Now I'm on my fifteenth album, which could be my last
But I do
even up to this day
Man I'm trying to drag me under
What the bumba you know that you can find me
I never change my number
I don't mind if these private
the hustlers they love it
Just to see one of us make it
Came from the bottom the bottom
To the top of the pops nigga London
Japan and I'm straight off the block
world
The nitty gritty, big bad, London city
The remake or the sequel
My album is gonna be my prequel
My ego tells me that no-man on this can land can
albums cost a fifth per track
And so your favorite band
They don't make that second album
Dropped by their label 'cause they can't pay it back
It
put an extra lime on my water glass (I'm so sorry)
An hour later here she come by walking past
(I hate to be a pest but my son would love your
that I'm makin'
But all the hustlers, they love it
Just to see one of us make it
Came from the bottom of the bottom
To the top of the pops nigga, London
You'll still see me
I go forward right by 3 3 3
I'm Jamie, don't watch J M E
I do what I want, I'm free free free
Wiley's my bredrin, he's got an album
to London, got a show for seven digits
I'm wonderin' just when did I become my biggest critic?
I wanna be my biggest fan, like how I was when didn't nobody
Creatures everywhere
My spirit animal is a dolphin
You never know how to dream
Lamest life I'm the one that they making fun of
One million ways to die
early,
I hate MCs that get away with swag lines like:
I'm a killer and no one can hurt me
When I die don't bury me, freeze me,
By the way things are goin'
I found Christ, Amen
I keep writing with the pen
Teen X like I'm Ken
I don't rate but she a 10
2015 in the den
Memories all from the past
Flying by
Uh this one for the fans when I'm not around
Got a couple plans 'bout to hit the town
London and Japan in my sights now
Might even go to France
of the Wimbledon
[Chorus]
Uh, dear whoever the fuck is witnessing
Disturbing London independent black businessmen
Based on the work and the effort I'm gonna
up above
If you coming at me just know that you getting bodied by singer named Truelove
I be so proud of me
You cannot talk to me,
Album of the year
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