Lyrics:
Wonder could sing
Or Elvis was king, Hip Hop was on the scene
Nah meeeeen, go back like Hitchcocks' hairline
Taught Fred Estaire how to pop lock in my
Now that I lay me down to sleep
I pray my lord
I wonder if it's a God
I pray today that times never was hard
Is heaven real or is it just a facade
I
move me
You gassed off gangsta flicks
You live in the movies
This nigga was talkin' shit until
I pulled my weapon shot him in the park
Now he's
something and I got it covered
Somehow always rise above it
Why you think I got my head in the clouds on my last album cover?
The game is all mine and I'm
button
We dropped this album yeah it's really sudden
I don't give a shit about your fake judging
You just jealous bout the beats I be crushing
By the time
my interest
Or just keep stayin salty or at least hey insult me
cll the homeys gone now soon that's where theyll all be
Oh
They wonder what would
to your roots start loving who you be living for
These people might be gone
You’ll never know what’s wrong
You should know by now nobody is on this earth
Bongo By The Way
I wake up every morning on the same shit
I smoke my 'Wood to the roach like I ain't rich
Niggas I used to hang with, is still
of sinners baby I'm a Cole album
When my album drops, niggas know it'll be a cold album
Negative energy, nigga I can't have it
When I prophesy, feeble minds
graduated magma cum laude virtual on zoom
I thought by now you'd make the news
In talent shows you swept the room
You whipping in the Rango still, I know cuz
shitty, I hate it
I'm not liberal, now, I'm a leftist (you're, you're a leftist)
I'm a leftist (what's the difference)
I'm critical, you heard
Combined
must be crazy, nigga
Onе song for my deluxe is all I need to do
These puppies barkin'
They done bit off more than they can chew
My album just dropped
I'm
said shit would be simple, get rich and stay out the trenches, Lincoln Continental
Remember back to get by applyin' fundamental
In these streets you
played by a honeyDIP
But now I'm on the money TIP so now I call the honeydip honey BITCH
And swing hardcore because that's where I come from (yeah)
I
{Look man! You're botherin' me G
I got shit to do right now, aight?
This is for De La Soul, you know what I'm sayin'?
Word up I got shit to do you
Jordan 'em
Number one albums what I got, like four of 'em
More of them on the way, the eighth wonder on the way
Clear the way, I'm here to stay
Y'all
by the morning’s first light
Got to be getting on
One side of an album, babe
No time for breakfast, babe
I’ll be your once in a while
I’m back
played by a honeyDIP
But now I'm on the money TIP so now I call the honeydip honey BITCH
And swing hardcore because that's where I come from (yeah)
I
together
So come on now and get up to it y'all
The incredible, untouchable nigga spittin' venom out his body wit' the dopest flows
And wonder why the line's
it's funny how things change, funny how time fly
More than my feet travel, the more that I feel fly
More that I make now, the more that the chicks smile
Let me smoke a blunt right now and get in my zone
Akademiks said Freddie Gibbs got beat up by Jim Jones (word)
I'm not a big fan of his the streets
I don't know how to give a fuck
I don't know how to give a fuck
No wonder this album fucking sucks
So many bars it's all to much
When there is
I'll
Have to get closer deals on the tables now
I'm after this closure
Every albums killing they like
'Can he get colder?'
G is who your Girlfriend's
of kids are now thirty, no doubt
And some of my own dear teachers are my coworkers now
Hey Ross, we could've made an album decades ago
While the experience
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