Lyrics:
decay
But I still hope that my album will get a few plays
I'll get by, taking this day by day
But if I die, just know you'll be okay
All I've ever done
yeah yeah I got that Midas touch
Might just turn this one to gold, then platinum (Let's go)
We just 'gon see how this goes, this ain't the album (No no)
is my gold tank, everywhere I go don't belong
I'm known by most, hated by many, endured by the rest
Police in dead skin, I'm so East,
well then why
j'rappe ou chante le biz' perd les eaux
Je les entend parler de Soprano
Normal mon dernier album les traite d'tous les noms d'oiseaux (Hahaaa !)
[R
85%, I'm 400 solid
Brainbolic wit knowledge, cock-diesel scholars
Holdin' it down, walkin' around wit gold by the pound
Frozen down wit diamond bolders
place to grow up"
King Tut: gold mane
Lion spitting propane
"Not a single record sold,
Album still went gold mayne"
King Tut: you silly slut
bitches
King Tut, gold mane
Lion spitting propane
Not a single record sold
Album still went gold mayne
King Tut, you silly slut
Bitches love a piece of her
dance like if I was Albert Alien
People just love it when the Biz starts to play
With my (beatboxing), and by the way
Skeezing with a girl is
to sleep
Cause they are eager to eat
Thousand albums per week
Where am I gonna live?
But I handle the beats, and the mix
So the master gonna kill, yeah
Last
in hopes to one day receive it back, in by doing so, I've created this album with one goal in mind, to help those who are struggling to find hope they
the doors (It had to be done)
Took the risk and it came with the gold
Now all my regrets washed away by the dough
Broke the commandments I knew it was wrong
to Trenton
Gold in my music I'm hated by dentists
If I start up you then know imma finish
On a high horse and it's testing my limits
I'm making records
album
Pull my pants downward
I'll shit on you
I will shit on you I don't care who you are
I'll shit on you
I don't give a fuck about you or your
in the pool with ya mama
Attack her by the legs then I pull her to the bottom (yeah)
Twist nothin' up like a condom
Slap it if you fuckers got
the surface are deep-dwellers
Armored by respiratory shields
"Breathe and explore"
"Devour your naivety"
'Your infant eyes await"
From above, new yes shifted
talkin' this and that
Of how we sound like the R, and our music was wack
Dropped the album Strictly Business and you thought we was bold
Thirty days later,
the pudding (yo check the Billboard)
People round town talkin' this and that
Of how we sound like the R, and our music was wack
Dropped the album Strictly
people in the world who are listening
(tell 'em)
I have a friend named Johnny D
His band is Tin Tree Factory
Everything he does is gold to me
And it's
And I can go show off my rocket powered solid gold Benz
I tell ya life is no much nicer with invisible friends
"Record an all-banjo Falco tribute album
gold
And maybe get rich, hol' up
Trinidad Jame$ in four weeks but now my album platinum and shit, so what?
Y'all keep the numbers
I'm more than
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
your daughter rooms
Shoutout to the fatherless dudes
I got no auto tune
I gotta turn my album in high noon
Who do you talk to?
When the phone too busy
of a rapper's abilities
cbilities accumulated by practicing diligently
In the pursuit of celebrity, frustrated eventually
cnd then applied flexibly to a different
Caree-caree-caree-careers are fixin' to go
Right down the drain oG's I'm so scared
I think I just fake shit my pants oh yeah
Church Church Church
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