Lyrics:
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 give you (still)
Cali I get green
In Atlanta I get sleep, in Texas I sip lean
All these rappers wanna know what I'm getting for sixteens
Try 80, want a discount? Blow it
It's not usual, the game be, all up on some South shit
Straight west coasting, you can tell by my outfit
Red 'nati fitted, "Blood in, Blood out"
a shadow that wears suit and tie
Marks, marked by his green eye
Risen from the lake of fire
He walks the Earth, intent most vile
Greased palms, subprime
through
The life and times of Shawn Carter
Nigga, Volume 2, y'all niggas get ready
It's the hard knock life, for us
It's the hard knock life, for us
through
The life and times of Shawn Carter
Nigga, Volume 2, y'all niggas get ready
It's the hard knock life, for us
It's the hard knock life, for us
the rafters
Fuck on bitches that got boyfriends
But they boyfriends full time cappers (you know)
Full time cappers (ha)
Bitch, I fold them like a futon
You can't earn the easy coasting free pass
I see through your wine glass or red bull and vodka
You said wow me well I shocked you
By trading Al Jeff
spent your whole life listening to "Critical Beatdown"
You's a secret fan; every time I create an A.K.A. character
Most of you groups out there are so
EV''RYTHING PASS YOU BY, YOU'RE ONLY HERE ONCE
AND I'VE BEEN HERE LONGER THAN MOST OF YOU."
SO STOP AND TAKE THE TIME TO BUY THIS ALBUM,
SO I CAN PLANT ROSES
Still got love for the team
Still got love for the cream
Still got love for the green
And i still got love for the streets
And I still got love for
visit's because it would become
The topic of my day and by the
Time we spoke later that day
The argument was so amplified in my head
That I couldn’t wait
Al Green melodies for times that we need hope
Eb & Ivory mags and wine bottles on the table
Broken down caddies parked on the side, 'til they repo
[Chorus: x8]
This a trap
This ain't no album
This ain't no game
This a trap (trap muzik)
Welcome back to the trap
Niggas back in the trap
to get by the dope dealing, fatal killings
In fair times so writing rhymes
It ain't just the police
We kill each other just lost another brother
Fast
Time is evil
Time is the force that makes us rot
Time organizes everything you love inside a box
Time's forever
Time isn't measured by a calendar or dial
on down to Al's world everyone will have a time
Shove a turtle in your ass and make yourself go blind
Governed by evil, everyone's living a lie
Forever in
handicaps and made it here without one
On my last album I was going insane
I still am just by now I've gotten used to the pain
Take more green to my head
in stopping
24/7 I gotta stay clocked in
I got an album i need to be dropping and I got no time for it to be flopping
Noooo
No point in flopping
Top
Covers, videos and all that shit
Fuck you post-Drake-ass cliche-jerking, LA-Slauson rapping
Fuck-nigga-ass Hypebeast niggas, now back to the album
Head by the daily, damn I forgot her name, think it was Hailey
Leave and come in a Mercedes
God damn, I'm crazy with rabies
Fuckin' around with
fo it’s gone
I been hustling too long, I think it’s time you put me on
I be posted by the corner, posted, posted by the corner store
posted by
up for a milli
I seen Warriors fall by the achilles huh
I put my life on this
I don’t want advice on this
They can’t put a price on this
The pressure's
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
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