Lyrics:
wanting me to leak (They feigning)
I told them imma drop an album (drop an album) but I'm in the streets (Its Benji)
The money coming easy (the money) I'm
Winnin' by a long shot
Know you gotta be the change
If you wanna see the change
First album was twenty fo'
Sixty fo' I leave the game
Mamba mentality
I'm
Big man big track big time big vibes big work on a big bad album
These bombs be dropping be dropping on your head
Like a burton foot and a old school
sealing it deep inside me
Yhea I'm walking to see the sun for once
Cause I haven't been receiving any kind of response
About recording my album in my
Brr, Lord let me catch my drift, ah
Roll a big chopper
While the ride getting wiped down
The white I got right now
Will turn your wife light-brown
about me trusting the process, learning to trust that process an develop it into something great
I hope you can take something from this album or learn
another album dropping
In about 6 months
They can't do nothing
But love X ha
And it bring me joy
Day by day
When I'm not at a show
Checks still on the way
over
I got the world on my back
My better half on my shoulders
And lately I've been trying to relax
But my desire for lyrical homiside
Just won't me
artist in this beautiful hotel
Where knives and forks are flying as hell
Above my head
Next to my ears
Couple of knives hitting me
Surrounded suddenly by
Hate me because I'm pretty
Making sense, out-rapping fifty
Bought her those, think they sexy
Fit my raps, they so perplexing
It's just my way
Hate me because I'm pretty
Making sense, out-rapping fifty
Bought her those, think they sexy
Fit my raps, they so perplexing
It's just my way
A Pelican’s Point of View-To our feathered friends at the Pelican Sanctuary in Treasure Island, Florida, proudly featured on the album covered.
Just
ParkinglotGhost
A lot of time rolling by I can't stop it (no)
Made an album way back in March but I ain't drop it
Thought you was on my side
But you
the universe with love
A banger tune to close the set
Well he's left me with the final verse
Of the album's closing song
Leaving me to sing this melody
Kind
my cats think you feel me at?
Alla why'all, and when we earn that
They finally let the dish and the pan
Then I start with some cash
Let me get
You already know what I been on
You know where I be at
'Cause men lie, women lie
Numbers don't, I see that
Catch me in a private jet
Like fuck
Uh
1st & (1st &) 15th (15th)
Woah, uh!
Lupe Fiasco's Food & Liquor
Is lovingly, hand-crafted and done
By the good folks, at 1st & 15th, yeah!
Illest in the game, GED with the flame (Q)
First off, let me get this shit cleared
Any nigga talk, prolly get his shit smeared
Back in the trunk, next
Man like me, I've been licked by a truncheon
Sprayed by gas
Beat up, handcuffed, dashed in
A van, been bank-robbed
Had cash in the bank
Man like me, I'm
right
The guy who wrote it, yo, his album dropped last night
My pockets on Slim Fast and Jenny Craig
The same clubs and restaurants that kept me well
and we all live by the code
Shots fired but this ain't no time to pose
I got two bad bitches with me and they really down to touch the road
I been floating
looking over me
Wind in my hair, I was there, I remember it all too well
Photo album on the counter, your cheeks were turning red
You used to be
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
eat that ass like quiche, crack a smile like Shanice
Straight outta Jamaica, seen? Jamaica, Queens
But you could find me out in Georgia, or anywhere
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