Lyrics:
(Fuck all you hoes! Get a grip, motherfucker!)
Yeah, this album is dedicated
To all the teachers that told me I'd never amount to nothin'
To all
the bills
Going to twelve-step meetings
Doctor's checking me for (shit)
Cancer in the butthole and his
Finger is real chubby
And now the world is different
Yeah, this album is dedicated
To all the teachers that told me I'd never amount to nothin'
To all the people that lived above the buildings that I
Yeah, this album is dedicated
To all the teachers that told me I'd never amount to nothin'
To all the people that lived above the buildings that I
just send letters to anyone but I'm just so busy
I'd just don't want to upset her
Y'all got to admit that you hit me all the fucking time
When I said
I want a girl with a bad attitude
And when Award Tour dropped I copped my first CD
By then this music took on a new meaning to me
I heard a way
a phase
I'm not even doing it for your love
Not even for the praise
They really try to hold me back
Putting my album on delay
Crossing through the critics
to come up mathematically
I did it for the city but now everybody mad at me
Motherfuck em all they sweat from my balls
If I drop another album I did that
get me wrong, got four albums, stay consistent
You got a bodyguard, I let my nigga tote the biscuit
Twist ya cap back, you got blood off on ya fur hat
The skills on the hill, overlooking dollar bills
Man, you're crazy, thinking you can phase me
The Ab doesn't study mere nonsense, money
Life seems to need
(Baby, you know, you know, you know I need your love)
You cannot find no one better than this
Try to do right by you, but we can't mix, I tried
Young mar on the come up bout to take over the game my nigga
Back in forth on the interstate goin 80 got ab bumping the album and telling me this shit
Yeah, this album is dedicated
To all the teachers that told me I'd never amount to nothin'
To all the people that lived above the buildings that I
again like Groot
No-one really knows how to make it, I do
I'll have an album done by like noon
And ride the Milano with my Raccoon
I'ma keep makin' songs
pretend
I use to scrap up money for studio time
I'm like Jay Z homie I remember my rhymes
Ain't nobody help me out when my cash was low
Bills comin' too
y'all selves
Let me spell it out for you
The rent due, and y'all opinions don't pay no bills
Y'all can go f y'all selves
I won't say it again
How would
Ganja hula nie zamula
Kręci się zielona chmura
Wnosimy o postulat by posadzić ganje dziś na tronie króla
Kiedy wchodzimy na te bity to wiadomo co się
year
I represent the Biggie and 'Pac era, you gotta love me
That I know ma love me just 'cause I got a lot of money
But I love that girl too, but I
but my gang with me
Say my niggas don't dance we just pull up our pants and
Do the Rockaway
I was raised by Hip-Hop Tupac Mac Dre
West side, I ain't
Liz Taylor tried to joke me
Cause I keep it green like the other side of bill hicks be
When he gets mean,
Think fast before I blast hoes,
Like
Better look me up on Spotify
Shorty rockin all my merch
Looking like she sponsored by
Had to let her ink my whole body
Cause she certified
Tedder turn me
from Wahala
I don’t need to hear their noise
(Never reach me, Never will)
Never had a bill now I pay for all the bills
Tell em swear on their soul that
thoughts around me ain't getting me by
I'm finding truth in wounds much deeper than mine (Than mine)
And
Soon I'll pay my own bills with the bred from my
I want freedom in my contract
Every fucking album is my life inside a soundtrack
So when it goes down, you already know that I'm bounce back
Put it
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