Lyrics:
you're playing it like you never did
Should try to get employed by what you dig
Ya' see, I just like all different kinds of music
Name a genre, I'm
for long
Yeah
When you’re 21 you’ll contemplate suicide
But between u and I it wasn’t the first time
You’ll drop an album, an EP, another sh*tty album
What we have to do is deal with it when these individuals are young enough
If you will, to be saved, not in a religious sense, but not
directly by the source of all knowledge
You don't affect me till you're forced to draw powers
Respect me as a voice amongst scholars
Who speak deep
and you can’t play it cause' you’re way up
But that’s okay
Cause your soul is immortal
I wish I could meet you through portals
Thank you for being in this
time, it's about changes and it's about time
There's a man who is my brother, I just don't know his name
But I know his home and family because I know we
where you're from, not where you're at
It's where your going... and I am going home
(And I know...)
State is not an ocean, not an island, not a road
If I
I'm on your block but bitch I'm never gonna rep no gang
Because I made my spot I am my boss you better respect my name
All you know when the album drop
your second album
And Me, Myself & I just went 7x Platinum
Toured around the world, damn, you really had 'em
But now you're 27 and it's time to be
ain't getting no cheaper
Promoters still want me to feature
You're sitting at home telling
Yourself the swag
Food you're smoking is a creeper
It's not
and y'all ain't sold shit
But I'm on the wrong path and you're not, right? (whoa!)
I won't make my family weep
All these haters really feeling like some
may be backed by the Army of Artifacts
By the time that I’ve enacted a pact
I’ll have made some history
I may be sued for breach of contract
But
stand it, so whaddayou say
Too $hort can't rap, no fuckin way
But here I am, workin in the studio
And your album ain't out because you're movin slow
Fingerprints on the ranfla i'm shooting at your panza
Give a damn about a follower i'm backed up by the raza,
Donuts at the plaza hope the cop don't
on the ground but
I'm above shit
Cloud 9
Cloud 8
Straight nug shit
Cuz this whole album nigga
I was playing catch up
In school
These niggas thought I was foo
But
the album's dropping soon, when they want features on their tunes
I'm the one they're thinking of, yeah I'm the one they're thinking of
Maybe it's cause I'm
been out by winter
But creativity takes patience I missed, and
You can't carve sculptures without a few splinters
And all for some art that I put my soul
leaving me no choice, but to raise these three kids all by myself
I will not wait for you
A gift
To come home
I threw the candles out
Left your food
2 Live
Corrupted politicians playing games
Bringing us down to boost their fame
They must be joking, thinking we will fall
But they're like flies
alone
This world we know, is young and old
a treasure we should not loose
if analog or digital
depends on what we do
We're fighters, fighting on
like
shooters that are watching for me.
I'm heavy, I'm colder,
Better me know, sir,
I can tear apart mc's
But I'd rather read a book on childcare by Keri
the ones that aren't good enough
clbums we're rising
But now I'm saying that rap is dying
I was fighting the mainstream rappers
Who nearly killed Hip-Hop
They said it was called the trap
But on the north side we call it the bando
Yeen' know
Naw for real
All my niggas turn to Rambo or commando
We
about somethin' I said in 2012
Took you six years and a surprise album just to come with a diss
Homie we get it, we know that you're the greatest rapper
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