Lyrics:
album
Everything that has happened to me
That’s why I make music
To talk about everything that has happened
You was a model too the connection felt so
and my man Rick got millions of gold albums
(That's a lie) I'm gettin' cold money every day
(You're a liar)
You'll need a wheel barrow for all that shit in
my veins, arrivin' by plane
G4 to be exact, rewards of beats and raps
Three whores before four and three more are bein' cracked (facts)
That was
resurrezioni mi hai dato.
"Madre mia quali cento vite che all'inferno io voglio andar"
"Cento vite dato ti ho, all'inferno no, non si può"
I suoi fantasmi
God, Serchlite Publishing
Use your (brain!) You said you been in this ten
I've been in it five, smarten up Nas
Four albums in ten years nigga? I could
gonna hear me speak for like you know a couple seconds
But Just letting you know this whole track is bullshit its nothing good
I'm just letting y'all know
lackey
Join the Iron Phalanx in entertaining these latecomers while I prepare a reception worthy of their audacity!
The SORCERER: By your command, o'
souls that's locked in a bean
I speak for the angels with chopped off wings
[Chorus: x2]
All, you're all we got, you're all we got
All we got, all
by the gun,
Others forced into it that’s a situation I can’t speak of ..
Cause I don’t know about it so why would I front ?
But What good is being
the pace
Start falling behind
And tryna catch up isn't working at all
What's next for me
What's going to album once this album drops
Will it reach your ears
to the top
Make sure that you follow me
I will never be stopped
Not even by quarantine
I got more music coming
Can't question the quality
But they still
this whole city on lock
Cause my album's hot
And I know that y'all been waitin' a while
So I'mma hit you with this Full
Metal Jackit like Private Pyle,
rhyme it rhyme and if it don't it don't, fuck it
I don't really know how to make a love song that sound good
All my old relations toxic I was stuck in my
of
All time, known by the acronym, GOAT
And by at the end of this dense
Poetic verse, which just dropped on Friday
Jay admonishes his would
Be judges
to your girl and I chat and I chit
6 Pack of cans in my bag
And that's every Saturday
Pull up to yo girl
And I'm all like heyyy
Bring her to the crib no god
techs
I'm in the kitchen shorty thinkin i'm a sous chef
4 chains watch em swang I need two necks
You don't want me on the sticks that's a cheat code
I
it's ya biggest fan
It's not even necessary to introduce who I am
by now, cuz we're good friends
Remember the letter I wrote, before Atlanta on Up In
by ambition
Those numbers and hunnits are loud, they speak for themselves
So my talk isn't cheap cuz my actions are ran by those digits
Yeah, and all
Now they wanna hear a country nigga rap
Five albums in, I swear a country nigga snap
Thought they wanted trap, thought they wanted bass
Thought
Now they wanna hear a country nigga rap
Five albums in, I swear a country nigga snap
Thought they wanted trap, thought they wanted bass
Thought
try to tell them, "We're all in this together!"
My album was raw because no-one would ever
Think like I think and do what I do
I stole the show,
hang it up
Go somewhere and hang up some 50 posters, PUNK
You speak too late, y'all prolly gon' go up to them awards
and get yo' ass whooped by B2K
I
backed by bullies who be peelin' caps
I sack a rapper like linebacker, play my rhyme backwards
You can hear the Devil speak his mind with fine graphics
all bought my new album
I know everybody in Brooklyn bought it
Everybody in Jersey bought it
Everybody in uptown bought it
Eveerybody in
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