Lyrics:
can't measure my worth
But when you try, you'll need a ruler made by all the Greek gods
Because the odds have always been stacked against me when back's
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
through their Twitter followers, blaggin' em
By the way I've got an album out why don't you check it?
They listened once on Spotify and left it
Forget it
I
the whole beast coast
Coming for your skull
The karma gone catch up
The album sales won't
Just one up my collar gon' show
Hollaback when you get sixty
Stacks
call me up, you need it? yeah
You Never had no nigga fuck you like that and you feining yeah
Check me out nigga, I did 25k off like three albums by
it like I feel it
Say you need mee cause I need you so bad
Sip by sip, shot by shot
Gone feel this rush, feel this buzz
Feel my light... so looka here
"Brra-Tat-Tat" so you betta watch out
Ouch!
Bitch I got money too
"Trilla" album comin' soon
Triple C's, 305, B-O-E give us room
Whip the keys
You ain't the one to
Bring me down, bring me down
You ain't the one to
Bring me down, bring me down
You ain't the one to
Bring me down, bring me
jump suit got wings Homie now you fly
And Ya album was picture Prefect cause that's how You Ride
Put ya granny on a jet show Her the sky
A Nigga
album
'Cause I'm in my prime, I'm hoping that's the outcome
I ain't tryna sign by an X like Malcolm
Where are the real artists 'cause I can't point out
criticize all my ideas
How you gon' claim I'm controlled by my fears
But I don't see you out here taking a risk
I get on your song make you look like a bitch
*taken from The Boomtown Rats debut album
*written by Bob Geldof
*music arranged by The Boomtown Rats
Ghost showers just a sign of the power
You feel in you, oh baby
Ghost showers got you by the hour
You're dancing, too, oh baby
Behind the wall
of mine (yeah)
No rest contest, contract to sign
By blood, I'm in this squad for life
Air out my windpipes, and I just chime
I'm the reason you guys won't
On the real I keep it real under the moon and the sun
It's in my DNA and blood live by the money and gun
Study Art Of War so every single battle is
never stopped blingin
Cubba, white, brown pills, you can name me anything
There was nothin we wernt slingin
Look at me now I'm singin
At my little
fore wall, necklace wearin' beard
You don't want this money till it's rich
Buy my album, coded by Dirty, set you free
Go against the grain, I got
night with you
You better hold me like I'm
More than just a friend
Give me a memory I can use
Take me by the hand while
We do what lovers do
It matters
only a handful of soldiers by my side,
rest of my so called niggas was jive
but I ain't gonna say no names, 'cause they know who they be
so if you
look good
Those a hundred proof nigga tell you different, he a liar
Drop 1 album, set the world on fire
I will not stop and I wont retire
You niggas
(yes)
It's like that man, it's like that (yes)
Check it
I'm not your average MC with the Joe Schmoe flow
If you don't know me by now, you'll never
a beat by the pound
Nigga you just an ounce
Fuck that you just a milligram my nigga
Tryna get a glimpse of the life
Yo my life is like sorta like
signed us?
What if Oprah made them comments
Like Imus?
What if you designed this
Thought like I did?
Said it like this
What if Peyton was fighting
rap cloner
It's me and you do it live on stage for dolo
I smack niggas like you, smash niggas by the tools
Grab niggas by the throat, show 'n' prove
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