Lyrics:
broken
I ain't't jokin, girl, I'm still in love
The kid is wildin', we thought he would get it down by the third album
But this nigga is still in love
The world by the balls, eatin' out my palm
Every album song I was spazzin'
The fuck out on
And now I'm gettin' frowned and clowned on
But the only one who's
away
But this game I play ain't no
Way to fix it it's inevitable
Bills gotta get paid, kids gotta eat
Live by the chopper laws die by the streets
Fuck
ain't heard from in weeks
I came up wit a strategy to come up mathematically
I did it for da city but now everybody mad at me
Mothafuck 'em all
Chaos, gunfight
Whipping up new tracks
For this big album
I swear one day I'll be on TV
With Jimmy Fallon
And I know when I said that
I know you doubt me
I hate him, he's stuck up"
What the fuck is up, you wanna toss with me you fucking punk?
Lemme lay the list of all the differences between you
lessons, getting noticed by professors
But my sleep ain't getting better, counting sheep along with Deckard
I been eating like I'm Lecter, but I source my
like WWE Becky play this in your car and call me sexy
I said call me sexy woo let’s go
I told that young nigga if you ain’t talking money get up out my
you up (ooh, ahhh, ahhh)
Word by word, (baby turn my pages)
Line by line (don't you put me down)
One More chapter (yes you got me going)
On my mind
a party way up in the hills
My cousin knew his producer and they invited me to come chill
The party was wack so I walked around lookin' for shit to steal
the whole weight
Skin needs lotion, teeth need Colgate
Wise up you little burnt-up french fry
I'm that type of guy
And I slammed you know, just like
the whole weight
Skin needs lotion, teeth need Colgate
Wise up you little burnt-up french fry
I'm that type of guy
And I slammed you know, just like
the whole weight
Skin needs lotion, teeth need Colgate
Wise up you little burnt-up french fry
I'm that type of guy
And I slammed you know, just like
the door
Staying ground
Changing for the better
Never for the dough
I'm well rounded
Because I was always raised by good folks
They surrounded me with love
to come face to face with it
Metal bracelets if you got questions
Hospital patient you wastin' a bed on
Suffocated by the pillow your head on
Roll up
lit, man, I really love this album, man
Shout out to my uncle, to my granny, to my aunties
My entire family, everybody that helped me out, man
Y'all
you personally from the bottom of my heart
For takin the time, to ride with me nigga
To wake up to this shit, to go to sleep to this shit
To thug
by the views you conjure up
Unlimited energy, eleven to ten for me
Starting to feel like your lifestyle just might be meant for me
Nobody send for me
man above me is God himself
All these other niggas is below me
Word to Phife, Q-Tip, Ali, and Jarobi
What up Queens
Cole is the King (and you know that)
up, so meanwhile me and Lucas getting fucked up
You can smell us coming like a faggot when he hicks up
Listening to Common's last album to get pumped up
right
The guy who wrote it, yo, his album dropped last night
My pockets on Slim Fast and Jenny Craig
The same clubs and restaurants that kept me well
{Hook}
Came up from a boy to the man
Got me a bag then I ran
Y’all ain’t real I know it
Just like the back of my hand
Rats squeak like sneakers
How
the truck like, "Trick, what up?"
Call me Sean if you suck, call me gone when I nut
That's the end of us, get your friend to fuck
Untwist and bend her up, you
me that I fell shy
Of all the chances I could've spoke to you, that's why
When each year winds down, our memories wind up
I wish I could grasp you in
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