Lyrics:
The EP first, now followed by an album
This a piece of my soul, a body of work, more than just a little something
Been a year full of drops, full
'cross the world
You can put us side by side but there's no comparing
Y'all just not as good
I mean, I'm new to fatherhood but that shit been apparent
a change of heart the day after your album dropped
Stole a vibe from Trey Songz, took a flow from K-Dot
Kinda sound like Fetty Wap
Dammit, Tory, when will
wasting no big idea on a cancelling awaken
Look at these records bro, they're the things I'm breaking
Had to get it by myself, the money money making
First, the DJ must power up the amplifiers.
To play a record, select an album and put it on the turntable.
The racer must attach five dollars
everything but complacent
Like my dream is adjacent but
I can't make a move
Fifteen writing rhymes inspired by Illmatic
I'm still at it, every record I record
or record he sell I get a piecey
Easy, believe me, my words is credible
Ask Nat Cole huh, I'm unforgettable
Don't let the QB get a hold of your guy
Sex
my arms, tell me how we aren't cool
Instead, you went to Twitter, Shade Room, to focus on your views
You was the quickest one to take me off records
albums cost a fifth per track
And so your favorite band
They don't make that second album
Dropped by their label 'cause they can't pay it back
It
Wasn't really into rap but the shit sound tight
He used to tell me all the time
Don't wet none sis
By this time next year we gon' be dumb rich
That's when
Hot 98.7 Kiss FM, it's the world famous dial to pay countdown
I'm Wendy Williams
So we have $98 in Kiss Cash and the new CD by Jodeci
Let's go
Hot 98.7 Kiss FM, it's the world famous dial to pay countdown
I'm Wendy Williams
So we have $98 in Kiss Cash and the new CD by Jodeci
Let's go
love Bo Jangles, we know what he came through
But what's your excuse, duke? You talk Black
But your album sound like you give your nuts for a plaque
Born in the heart of the corn rows
Flashing by when you drive down a county road
Raised on daddy's old record collection
Hank, Alabama
stomp along, catch a lil' Holy
Ghost, and if you ain't feelin' good God willin, By
The end of this record He gon' change all that, Ayo
Lorenz you
shit been see through
What I gotta say I think now they know my way
Set the record straight
No cap lemme vindicate
Pain left me in the dirt but I know my
(through a portal!)
Nova, bunch of Scotty, the shit, a port-o-potty I should get high
And record an album in one night, that's like, beating up twelve niggas
knew you was jealous from the day that I met you
I upset you, cuz I get respect I bet you
I'm even liked better by your neice and nephew
Now you hate
it, then the fans would come
But 'Field Of Dreams' was proven wrong after my first album
Since a yout I've seen the vision of me on the stage
But
your out there making records
That's mad very cool, make records that she'll play
While she's doing it with her boo
Then you'll creep up in her mind with
keeps the record companies complying
And rappers gettin high and puttin out this crap
It's pathetic what passes on the radio as rap
I'm flippin down
All I wanted was a pencil, a little gold
A little money in my pocket and a Phillie to roll
I'm makin' records, now alla the girls are on my tip
I'm
think not, then you'll get popped in the chin
And I'm clocking these ends, my record sales are blocking 'em in
Gotta thank those blessed to walk
the judge
We know and expect it, you holdin the record
Way before the needle even budge
The most hated on, and I stayed alone, was rated wrong
And its
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