Lyrics:
six years later was handed sentence
'Round the same time is when you came in this world
Me and your mama thinking, what the fuck we naming this girl?
around and flip it, shit on your whole album wit a snippet
Run up on your lawyer for your contract then rip it
Shame on your label, for trying to let you
okay okay it's Heavy D again
Hallelujah I'm on your T.V. screen again
You see me on your MTV and on your BET
and on your local focal point video show
(ScareCrow)
Please stay sleep, please stay sleep
please stay sleep, you niggas stay sleep
Sippin on six murder minutes, the sauce I give blood
from
the plan
This is the end, of your life
This is the end of the album a 3rd one cookin up right
You know the grind never stops living continuously
Exaggerating
different and I'm wantin' to be me
While I'm out chasing dreams and it's a paradox of feelings
Goin' down this album's road, with nowhere to go, oh
I've got
keep some bad bitches 'round me
What up Khaled, you my nigga so hold, lemme git 'em
Yes I'm back, plus I'm mad, so I ain't playin' wit 'em
Any bitch
you'll never be a dad
Not to add
The fact you quit the music makes me glad
Oh heavenly
It's really fucking sad
Maybe in a past life your music wasnt bad
ignant isn't it
Hold up now wait, take a look at my pigment
Tell me again, we can never be kin based on the color of my skin
Matter of fact your lips ain't
sofa, sleep
Fine bitch layin' on my sofa, sleep
Supposed to be spendin' them riches, don't hold for me
That's how it go when you rich
How you gon'
good about yourself right now, huh?
(Satisfy) is has come to you (yeah, 6ix)
Hold up let me get it now
Bitch, I'm here to win it now
L-O-G-I-C, I'm
got money, ain't got time
Fuck it, just say this shit
You and me
Gon' live together in this perfect harmony (I hear 'em callin')
I can hear 'em
(walk away from me)
We different, I'm not the one to converse (uh-huh)
By the time you mumble your verse
I'll be in top five company, comfortably,
ever whatever
Divide 18 by 6 you get the third letter
From the lowest earth orbit up to the heavens
I bomb y'all wit lyrics of flesh shredders
sees it
It's therapy season!
You want album 3? Then give me a reason!
Why should I bother stressin' again?
Why should I wake up depression again?
Won't
khakis
Watchin' Kendrick show while Top Dawg dap me
This my last album, motherfucker, I hope you happy
Twenty million dollars actin' broke, nigga
headaches made me sleep in a toaster
Step in my face, I'll commence the hittin'
9 milli ain't bullshittin'
Down with Seag from the 69th Curbs
Tell 'em,
don't eat no fuckin' pork
Make a hundred 'fore you even go to sleep (Word)
Make another hundred 'fore you even start
You ain't never come to College
workin' on nigga? (Um, you know, I got Curren$y album)
(And quietly workin' on my album, ya dig?)
Oh, I'm ready to brush my shoulders off and drop my next
slaps
Try to talk down on me
Think ya gonna sleep on me
I don't care
Because one day there'll be people bumpin T0ny everywhere
Okay
My first shit
Is my
were meant
Numbers in my back account keep adding up like royalty
But so are all the reasons why I feel like I can never sleep
3 albums ain't enough
See
open, street rider
(My eyes wide open, yeah)
Can't sleep through the night
When have you known me for jokin'?
(When have you known me for jokin'?)
Street
don't wanna be as a man
It's getting late
I should head back, finish this album
So you can all tell me everything I did wrong
How the mix could've been
out, yo yo
You don't see us, but we see you
You stuck on sleep, get on your P's and Q's
'Cause you will get crept, wit' no discrept
You know
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