Lyrics:
No singles
All albums
And I don't give a fuck who found em
If you hate that bitch then pound em
If you have six bottles then down em
If your pussy
me think it would be my time
Seven years now not seeing this big boy of mine
With these twins wanted to change my life
But before they was born I got
felt that free for so long
That bitch put me through hell
Respectfully, but I'm still
Salty 'bout those two years
Rather went through that by myself
yeah yeah (yeah, yeah)
Grabbing a couple wins, world record career
Bitch I'm only just starting, shooting for stardom
By the end of the year
Soon you
This is the true story about mackin'
Check it
Times are changin' (Talk about it)
More so each year
But the Early Mornin' Stoned Pimp is here
(yeah)
Smoker session live resin 24/7
Ya, 27 tryna reach an empty heaven
Tired every fucking second
moola, my fetty
And took this by surprise I knew you hoes wasn't ready
(Chorus)
[Z-Ro]
Remember back in 94' they use to laugh at me team
Now it's year
Puff's
Got three brothers that'll kill over her
And she will kill a bitch over us
I call her when I need advice she call me when she wanna fuss
I
even up my sleeve
A million albums sold and it?s hard to believe
Well it?s true homeboy, it?s not a lie
I used to sell tapes on sunnyside
I used
24/7 I've been working overtime
Ain't got that much to show for it
Still had to sell my soul for it, just to get by
24/7 I've been working overtime
scripts gone
Look, told that lil bitch to let my dick go
(let my dick go, ay)
Nah bitch I ain't got no Timbs on (ay)
These them Balanciaga gyms, hoe
Look,
This is the true story about mackin
Check it
Times are changin'
Talk about it
More so each year,
But the Early Mornin'
Stoned Pimp is here
Me and my bitch, took a little trip
Down to the garden, took a little dip (oh no)
Apple juice falling from her lips took a little sip (boom)
Little
boom, boom)
Ayo, peace seven, I had a fetish for the MAC-11s (brr)
Since an adolescent (brr), learnin' lessons, got my shot perfected
Eyes beheaded,
After this you bitches crying some tears
Said this is Taxi Cab's year
Dropped a album but I swear I wasn't rapping last year
Copped a brick by all means
plottin' since I was like, seven years old, bitch
I want a mansion, gold fence
Feel like that's been the goal since
I've been plottin' since I was like,
by and I was still searching for my spirit
I made this album hoping that I could feel it
I still be having flashbacks of me 12 years old in that
Leach
Richer than a Twinkie, I got so much cash
That to me Paris Hilton is poor white trash
I take forty-seven weeks of vacation a year
If people piss me
flew by
Some of the words took a place within like my eyes started facing in
And then I picked up the pen and while expressing my heart
I opened up my
Listen let's settle this, be clear I could fall back seven years
And still ain't no one ahead of me
Consider it a blessin' if you get to stand next to me
albums in for 10 years I been 5 hot steamin'
The limelight's mine, I'm gleamin', beamin'
That's why I say I'm king bitch, I got my reasons
Wrist so
a hater, hatin ain't where it's at
My finger where the seven and a half karats at
You ain't even gotta wonder what the women starin at
They ready
(check, check)
It's been a whole damn year
So how do I feel now?
Did I turn it around or did I burn it to ground?
Am I gonna spend another tryna come
Daddy Rae
Represent (represent)
Magic Mike
Yo, I represent, I represent
I represent 10 albums at twenty seven years old
Millions of copies sold
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