Lyrics:
album, Ima kill at will
I travel deep in my own mind & faced myself
I'm the only competition, embrace myself
I corrected my mistakes, yeah I shadow myself
Hoes everywhere black foreign and Asian
I'ma playa by da day, yeah, hustle by da night
Yeah, I roll wit da crew who hadn't eva been light
Yeah, see 'em
loved by ya grandmama, and ya babies
[chorus]
See my head is so big they call me jack n the box
You can't impress me, so fuck what you got
I say my head
It couldn't hurt to come and vacuum
Before I sell off the house
Before I stop talking 'bout this and the story fades into black
Where's the remote
an album by Traverse
c collection of different emotions, thoughts
Triumphs and tribulations
Enjoy
on an adventure through the making of
The album: Cherry Bomb take a seat
And relax
Yo, what up, it's Tyler
And I'm about to show y'all
What really went down when
I
Bricks
All my n****s flippin' chips
Gettin' rich
Even though it's hard
Tryin' to creep through these halls abroad without scar by ?
With no warning signs
a n**** goin' cra-zy
Oh yeah, I feel cra-zy
Time goes by, puffin on lye
Hopin' that it gets me high
Got a n**** goin' cra-zy
Oh yeah, I feel cra-zy
I'll die by myself
I'm a whole Gang by myself
Thirty niggas in my head
Thirty rounds I'll buss your head
I gang bang by myself
All these pussy niggas
right now
Even though this helps me to sort my goals by priority
The time it will take me to finish my goals is not guaranteed
On top of that new
i laugh thats so sad
Whatsup with you bro the album i dropped no
Well fuck you cuz i dont need to hear your buzz
Im spinnin N spittin' on the rap i
in order to feed they kids
They gotta play that same shit over and
Over and over again i was raised by KRS
One, I was raised by Child Conquest
I was
discreet
Talking bad? That'll get your head sawed in half
All my dogs licking up the blood splatter off the grass
I don't have a gun but imma cock that
to this shit, here we go
This my Friday Night Lights, track nineteen
From major to independent, as sightseen, my Ultralight Beam
I ain't finna go into
on (come on)
I'm talking to you, come on the Working Hour
This is the working hour
We are paid by those who
Learn by our mistakes
This is the working hour
homes
Before I die imma get rich them n****s forever broke
I’d rather smoke by myself alone
FaceTime with a spliff I ain’t talking on the phone
(I, I) I
you off
Broad, with the cause (yeah) bitch on a mission
Keep them niggas by they nuts while you hoes be dick kissin
Missing the game, damn bitch it's
Heavy D, Left Eye
Kriss Kross, Kid n Play dancing all night
I was raised by the Rap Gods/ raised by the rap gods
I was raised by the Rap Gods/ raised by
appeal
I turn yo' head into blue 'n yellow Purple Hills
I bet you whatever that nobody beats my family
Eminem, Nelly said that he'll eat you like candy
for Guns 'n' Roses
Yeah! C'mon!
Throw your hands in the sky
And wave em from side to side
And if you're in this life just gettin by
Somebody
Imma God my N***a
I don't give a fuck
What them Motherfucka' talking Bout
Imma God my N***a
I'm underrated, uncongratulated
Don't hop up on my
running a mile, "n" saving face by
Lasting hate, please pass a basic act of
Gallance, beseech to talents freedom or to
Crate my potential laughing,
it shit
I'm plugged in to the load n shit
I'm talking to my chico
He can get me by the boat n shit
Talking all that nigga
And I live that
Really seen
light
Now that's the name of the song, yeah cool right?
Chilling in the hot tub by the towers in the daylight
Don't want to listen, soon I'm going to take
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