Lyrics:
a platinum debut?
You gotta come new, oh, where the old school?
II Tru and Ken Dawg, 9-7, summer time
Maintainin' these last days by movin' up the grind
a sticky green drop
Hop out
Let off fifty-three shots
Wouldn't care if I hit fifty-three cops
Giuliani might as well be merkin' n****s
'Cause the time
the time, and I just wanna shout,
I get so troubled by my purpose; what's it all about?
Got no time for fake friends, please, keep it real
They said "cheques
up
Tell em they betta call back up
When it's game time we don't play fair
We gon make time you just say where
You roll straight by we go straight there
My timeline's bout as convoluted as metal gear solid
Friends turn snakes with handshakes and deposits
There's a reason why I call each album
yourself by the amount that's on your wrist
Over you do they reminice, I don't know but it's prevalent
Energies we bring's evident I just do this out
Kings and help the people around us. If you made it This far into the ALBUM want to thank you, it means alot that you spent your time with me and hearing
[lmaooo by far the dumbest line on the whole project but it made me smile so i kept it]
I think I might need a little time for me bro, I need a little time
Every song man tells a story every album has some life
Lemme start from the beginning hold up let's rewind time
Let me paint a picture
Small school inside
, inspired by the corner kind
Foreign ride, tints on thirty-five, trap door inside
For the stick, '95's for the kicks
Neon green, I had 'em too but was
through
The life and times of Shawn Carter
Nigga Volume 2, y'all niggaz get ready
It's the hard knock life, for us
It's the hard knock life, for
be doing anything at all, thank you so much to G0d
Therеs my mother, my lovely mother who is likе my number one fan
No matter how many times shes heard
than your video
Fuck a sadiddy ho
This that rap city flow, hit Flex
Let the city know, shit
By time you hear this
A nigga will be up on Arsenio
And I got
these lames, wasn't even my time
Ricky Fowler in the rough, I got green on my mind
So you come a long way
But you'll never have me
Never have things for
okay
Shorty fly RDU one way
Shorty can’t flex, big flex that’s me
100 for the green, this smoke not cheap
Shorty got thick might call her Nicki
Nigga
Waiting silent for the time to pass
World falling like an hourglass
Didn't have enough to fund my passion just because we're victims of a lower class
word
Auckland's just been kicked to the curb
2013 everything was mean, sun beam fields green while prospects gleam
Damn, what a time to be 16
Back then
Artemis eve/ the heart only grieves/ for all of the things it never hunted/
Hit the bottom with ease/ I'm not appeased by your prophecies/
Powerful
rapped in that green flag
Never been seen up on those cases cause always wear a mask
Hand in all ma albums and ma singles on time like it's a task
I hand
I spend just a bit too much time on the internet
Staring at my PC monitor it's 10 pm
I should get a glass straight from the tap and take my meds
I
again like Groot
No-one really knows how to make it, I do
I'll have an album done by like noon
And ride the Milano with my Raccoon
I'ma keep makin' songs
that (I'm so straight)
She mad at you so she come fuck me for get back (ugh ugh)
Next time you bring me up just make sure you state big facts (tell
bless the water
We bless the water round the world
Hey now we tell them one time
Well can the real cool water come back again
Around the world the earth
Class Wreckin Cru
I'm still at it
After-mathematics
In the home of drive-by's and ak-matics
Swap meets, sticky green, and bad traffic
I dip through then I
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