Lyrics:
need a methadone to get a break
I’m so busy chasing my dreams
I have to put out 40 Albums just to show my inner thoughts that I’ve kept inside me
You
and sour niggaz wit nose candy sniff blow by the gram
I grammatically slam, before I eat a groupie bitch pussy
The Honorable Minister Louis Farrakhan
to second guess it
Need some rest, so I slept in
One day of the year, it's mine to celebrate
Lived through a couple years, fourteen by today
All about
times and I'll still be here
My old records sell about a half a mil' a year
I say "Bitch get naked" so pimpishly
Spit rhymes through decades and centuries
friends, cause just to get some ends they ten to spit names
24/7-365, nobody at my side
They might hit me up, before they help me hide
So I roll by
this bitch, nobody tries to come hit
Got figures (got figures), my niggas (my niggas)
Look at us, we over here on album three, my nigga
Remember
This the Outro on the
Album Of The Year
When truth seekers meet gate keepers with loaded heaters
Haters never check us it's tricky like my Adidas
Days ahead, brand new year
Yeah!
Days ahead, brand new year
Time to put this bitch in gear
Manifest and levitate
Take off and accelerate
Days ahead,
heinous, in a year and a half, I'mma lay brainless
Deceased by the day I'm way famous, I'mma spread positivity, I'm a straight savior
Time travel in the past
bullied by the boys 2014 was the year shit (what? what? what?)
Used to be zero now the only one left (huh? huh? huh?)
Searching for the hero bitch I never
a thousand
Different homes, different islands)
Dropped my mixtape and it sold like an album
Reason why I'm going big bitch, suck my dick
Yeah I'm going big
And I'ma keep pickin on your weak ass crew
You, BITCH, Bizarre you a fat stutterin fuck
You a joke, I choke whoever buttered you up
I've been ridin by your
7-45's, that was cool last year
But I'm V-12 in a 7-60, Kenyon passing me beer
I step in the club cameras flashing, girls want to take my pic
Which girls
Over down on the driveway
Fast forward a couple of years and I'm bumpin' that Sade
Fast forward a couple of more and I'm bumpin' that "My Way"
By
the remaining band members
Including Hayley we want to thank you guys
For all of your love
And support over the past 7 years it’s been
An honor creating
You can cut me five stacks, I might make you a album
That's if you don't suck, you do, I'm chargin' 15 thousand
The game don't stop, I got laced by Mic
running home
I call collect get me a 38, now bitch is on
9 millimeter, baretta to 40 cal
By 23 fresh up out the box, bitch I hold it down
I hit
Good evening, and welcome to eazy's playhouse
You stupid muthafucka
Now that you got the album
What the fuck are you gonna do with it
Bitch
club, shoot, stab, sell crack
Straight like that
We eat, sleep, shit street life
Straight like that
We get knocked by the same ?
Straight like that
of Cawdor coming for the king, bitch, better look out (Oh)
Then I told them I had album of the year they said it was profound
Listen to the sound (what, what)
Woah, tats on my face I will never have a desk job
But I just got promoted by ya bitch, I got the head job
She ain't Jeff Bezos but I swear she got
rap seven years, no ransom
Can't one nigga get it back no rap
Young Hov's goin' to Canton, I'm now eligible
Point out the bounce, and show you how
and four chords repeated
Completed by a relatable lyrical concept about an ex or something
This isn't for the masses
It's for the
musically analytical
So
forever
Cash, Hoes to feel better
Pac, X, Ro, Look what you did to me
Standing up for myself, after all these years
Ready to ball, ready to kill
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