Lyrics:
I spent a lot of nice evenings listening to your music
And I just wonder, I said I wonder who Frank listens to?
Well I play Jerry Vale and some
one song
People will die listening to my music
People will die on their way to concerts
People will die after listening to music
All of this just for
knew her way back when
And if you think Cat Stevens
Couldn't be my god
'Cause I heard him first in Harold and Maude
I bought all his albums i listened, I
to listen
And when I think about the days, fam
I need to bill it
Cah that's where I met Bills
And stared evil twinnin'
And that was 016, music's all I want
wanna talk money?
Shit real that's all I could tell 'em
Just rap 'em up good so the dogs can't smell 'em c'mon
Brown paper bag (thank god for that)
'm a smoke up all this reefer until I'm gone if you're an overachiever nonbeliever
You gotta fight 4 the right 2 be wrong so it seems that I might be lost in
When I was 12 I was angry and bored
Found music by Green Day and Faith No More
It was different than other stuff hitherto heard
But the difference
The club
Why
To party and have some fun
What is it that,
Can come and take away all your stress, tell me
Music
No further questions, you have passed
The club
Why
To party and have some fun
What is it that,
Can come and take away all your stress, tell me
Music
No further questions, you have passed my
C'mon E.G.
C'mon man
Things fade to grey
It's 4AM and I'm on the scene
Music's just a muffle
This a different scene
People in slumber where they don't
don't think I'm they speed (hate the way I speak my mind)
Toes down, both feet (I'm four times twenty-five)
I don't see what they see (how the blind
Pos (peace, how you doin'?)
Oh, yeah, Positive K, yo, I like your music
Hey, boy, watch that style, man, shit's all in
Should I shot it or begin?
cocky till gun a gun cocking
Thats enough watching from the sidelines, peeking my eye by
All I knew i had to jump in, I'll be a nice guy
Three albums in I
Jeezy]
Just got a hundred of that brown paper bag money
You niggas really wanna talk money?
Shit real that's all I could tell 'em
Just rap 'em up good
the Packers do it
And I had the yay, yea I brought crack to music
Every situation in rap, I've been a savage through it
And all these hoes getting mad 'cause
computers unless for creation
They all be putting you down
I was the only 1 telling you go
If ya music's so poppin
and numbers are everything
Tell me why
You
When it seems I've been so tired of speaking on these things
Honestly I can't go no further without this speech
Four albums was set to release before
Just a young real nigga from the Haven
I let the music do all of the talking
You won't hear me making no statements
Had "Bluff City Blues" for a minute
a lot on my mind I being going crazy
Im a different breed
Double the work so I do not speak
One of a kind so I don't get weak
Work on the low they call me
enough would ever say racism ended
I get winded by the weight of it all
'Cause everybody talkin' shit but don't know nothin' at all
Yeah, I thought I
Children kidnapped by cell phone screens
Snapchatting about DM's with porno queens
To Chippendale rap so I've got a Buck 'em with my sixteens
Thou shall not
box
Y'all ain't bout that shit you speak about, you just tweet a lot
Smokin' on your album, puff puff, I'm a rasta
This ain't even pressure, you ain't
And later on tonight I'ma
Be rockin' a party
And this is what I do, Com Sense speak godly
Somebody out there, yo
They chillin' in the lobby
They about to come
go to waste
I got it on my waist
You said you want the smoke all I see is you puffing vape
This just a little taste
Joint didn't make the album
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