Lyrics:
days that I was wide awake
In dire straits, I tried to wake up. Am I on stage
I didn't recognize the face behind the make-up; I am fake
Frightened
the smoke clears
And I've seen the light
Surrounded by four walls padded in white
In a strait jacket damn it!
This isn't the end curses, super hero!
We shall
freestyle
That's why it's a free-style
Woo, Y'all know
This is the outro of the album y'all
I finna use 5 minutes
To explain myself y'all
You know the thing
And you ain't got nothing to say (what!)
Well it's album number two right (yeah)
So you gotta let 'em know (that's right)
So do your thing (yeah)
Take
Just point out the bounce
Yes, just point out the bounce nigga
Yo, listen
Rumor has it "The Blueprint" classic
Couldn't even be stopped by Bin
roll to the rhythm come on
Here to feel the moment won't let it pass by me
You, you are the one
You, you are the one
Heart of gold and you're right my
their forts are destroyed by my
Stroid and my boy
If you know anything about value
Then I suggest you take a few Valiums
Sober up, fill your cup, I slowed
Child of the Sun
Wise beyond your years
The chosen one
Keep the medallion near
They brought the gun
But all we have are spears
Violent straits
and the harbour bright?
Will you anchor safe by the heavenly shore
When life's storms are past for evermore?
the morning light
The city gold and the harbor bright
Will you anchor safe by the heavenly shore
Now the storms are past forevermore
We, we have an anchor that
are we gonna fkn lose it
She said it depends how influential you become
From your art and your music
I got strait to it
Some men just do it
Get you
the Yellow Pages under smooth shit
'Cause Red ain't down for the bullshit
Niggas fucked up by letting me make an album
(How come, rude boy?)
To get
up
A brand new cut for the Hammer to burn up
Suckers gettin' mad 'cause over 20 million sold
And now they try to diss 'cause they can't get gold
I was
anymore
Oh I don't even want this
All this silver and gold
I never asked for it
It was given to me
By the Silver and Gold King in his will before he
Before
to get popped by a cop?
Who the next n**** in the hood to get shot?
I hope it ain't me, so I'm strapped up in bulletproof
N**** on my stomach see -
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
Take off ya clothes to go gold, sell ya soul to live lavish
[Verse One]
It seems every man want to be a pop star
It's obvious to me that you forgot who
My name is cugust J. Keys, I got that synesthetic aesthetic; My bars are always ready to introduce a new rhetoric; My etiquette is something you've
Quduus
Holy tongue words made of gold
Quduus
Lyrics of the God spit a scroll
Quduus
Black Gods circling my soul
The Truth
Garvey like made from
by example
Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace, Versace
Word to New York 'cause the Dyckman and Heights girls are callin' me "Papi"
I'm all
many artists that have a bad first album, but their next one gets better. I hope this happened for me.
All my broken dreams hanging by a noose
Just
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
Bought your first album, ain't took it out the plastic yet
Move from Philly to L.A. And think he Fresh Prince
Sean Kingston got robbed and now you niggas
Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up fuck nigga you know you a hater….
Don’t be tryin’ to act like you’re my kin folk
By the look up in yo
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