Lyrics:
really blame you? (Who can really blame you?)
We're the ones who made you
Ahem, back by popular demand
Now pop a little Zantac for antacid if you can
really blame you? (Who can really blame you?)
We're the ones who made you
Ahem, back by popular demand
Now pop a little Zantac for antacid if you can
the hinges
20 miles across the glassy eyed window
Of wonders to passers by
Now I'm 6 foot 4 with a
6-floor walk up just to recline
With no free time the alarm
Like I love you at all
And I wonder why you
Chose who you chose and Walked off
But that's fine by me
Hey shoutout to you though
Thanks for the album
Brown paper bag (yo khaled I'm so focused homie I can see clearly now you all ready know what it is)
Thank god for those days, thank god for those
I'm under pressure the stress will have me drinkin
thinkin niggaz after me much too paranoid to blink
Wonder why the police don't want to see me
I wonder what celebrities will tweet, "R.I.P."
When it's announced that I'm dead on TMZ
Bury me with a million likes
And put me in the algorithm
decay
But I still hope that my album will get a few plays
I'll get by, taking this day by day
But if I die, just know you'll be okay
All I've ever done
done told you niggas
Nine albums, stop fucking with me
I done told you niggas
The 9 on me, stop fucking with me
You niggas must got nine lives
9th
done told you niggas
Nine albums, stop fucking with me
I done told you niggas
The 9 on me, stop fucking with me
You niggas must got nine lives
9th
start him?
Now they can't park him
I go into the booth and just change like Clark Kent
Lamborghini dark tint
Philly blunts cigar scent
I'm by myself
On and on and on and on and on and on and
Over the backs of the lines as we growl, mutherfucker
We are livin' in the last motherfuckin' days
This is Revelations
If it don't go down now
life go by-why-why-why, yeah
'Til you came along and you picked me you-up
Yes you did, oh yeah, yes you did
Oh and, now, starting out a brand new-ew
now it nuh right
Mi staying far from the mic, cyaa tek di high li li li lights
Mi wonder how dis shit ago work when mi nuh like fi be seen
Mi wonder how
I think I'm ready for you to judge me now
Looking up to your idol
While you remain idle
How are people living their best lives but still suicidal
Kids
everyone can do something
So we gotta rep, for all the niggaz that ain't here right now
Akir: The outro tip, the One Remix, yo
[Akir]
One Enterprises,
straight
Burnouts in a closed space
Still blow the O's, but it's no vape
Homie album like a mixtape
Now he follow orders that I dictate
Chances are you gon'
that we do what we wanna, I got my diploma
Now I live my life, guided by vibes and aromas
Heard tomorrow proachin', if it comes
We'll be rolling thru yo
DJ Khaled
DJ Terror Squad
And he goes by the name of
You got the right one, it's Weezy fuckin' baby
And if your woman lookin', I'll let
me back now
Yeah
Yeah, look
Yeah, look
Yeah
You gave me a smile just to take it away
Saved by your grace
Then killed by the same way it came
I’ll fake
we were gone
But some of us brushed off the dust and made an oasis
You can take a sip and wonder at the wall in amazement
I finally caught a little
This Album, is a specific album
Dedicated to a specific person
Just know that the reason why I’m heartless, is due to you
Ima need a Wave on this
but niggas ain't got a heater like calling me for your album then charging Me for a feature
My versus coming like a sermon to a preacher
And now these
13, fuck off
You know, I really hate what's going on right now
This shit, like the Capitol shit
I mean, yeah
By the time I release this fuckin' album
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