Lyrics:
for coming in so what's
The story behind all
Of a sudden we're seeing you in front of
Us? Because you haven't done a
Whole lot of these
Kinds
By now y'all shoulda known I'm a handful
I'm talking way bigger than making beats on Wednesday with the samples
For example, it's few and far between
Chauffeured by the latest and greatest strand or brand of pessimism
This album’s dedicated to a basement fulla addicts
It’s too hot up in the kitchen
Had
what pocket I had left, my handkerchief
I'm guilty by affiliation, in many ways gangsta
But let me explain something, a paradox if you may
I threw all my
driver...
Like the undertaker certified by the dmv...
Mob scene mob scene all u rappers whack...
The type to rip a condom rapper just to whack it...
I'm wacky
stalker
Words thrillin', so real they're chillin', the hit author
Gettin' louder than a shot gun, you don't want none
Rhyme pays was the name of the album
Life is reality, reality is life (Sunz of Man album)
Life is reality, reality is life (Sunz of Man album)
Life is reality, reality is life (Sunz
better than y'all
And by the way, rest in peace 'Pac and Biggie Smalls, yeah
This the real hip hop
(Ay, you know we miss you 'Pac and Biggie)
This
a gritty fiend for,
Money, power, respect, get it by any means uh,
New Yorker, slick talker, walk like a brick flipper,
Decimal doctor, multiply to get
the shower, you might stink (yeah, yeah)
Bitches bad, yeah, they all migrate (uh)
And she said "Lil Uzi so great" (uh, uh)
How you deal with all that hate?
remember this all I dream shit
But I followed through I made this a reality
I had to do this, my ultimate fatality
Worried my album would flop, no sanity
Eight inches deep the lore
I know of black metal
I learned it all in one single vid
Seven songs into the album
Reviewed by none
I sat through it all
six in cell by myself
I didn't pick up the phone about no help
When I came home I got back with it
I ain't trippin up over my old self
On my mama
[Heavy D]
Yea this is uh Super funk you know what I'm sayin
This is for all the players and playetts wherever you at you dig
I'm talkin about
out in my car and I
Wait for the mailman to come by
I got a 6 dollar check from Warner Brothers
I will take you down to the bar on the corner
Where
out in my car and I
Wait for the mailman to come by
I got a 6 dollar check from Warner Brothers
I will take you down to the bar on the corner
Where
right now
It's just, me, Aaron
We just happy to give you guys this mixtape man
Hold y'all over 'til the album come
Been working on that motherfucker
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
Phone on DND I can't text nobody
All on me, I just check myself
Hurts knowing I'm next up probably
I got to get bread myself
I know she wanna get up
Sullivan show, and...the song is called "Mononucleosis"...and my daughter, I talked to her, and she said all the kids in her school, there were a hundred
sentimental thoughts about this Caucasian
Six million in the hole, still feeling short-changed
Reprimanded by someone who's snorting cocaine
Frank Hampton
tracks
To linguish and we all know how to act
It's YA till we die, do or die, homocide
When we rob, when we ride, nigga side
We oblide by the rules, ride
music
Who needs therapy when my whole album is therapeutic
All undergrads spending all their money on plaid
Finetuning all their Instagram photos a tad
holding the six screaming
Police!
But you got no piece
It was just you Big Man
And a lot of grease
All I gets is pound
'Cause niggas want none of this
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