Lyrics:
9 and WB
Who 'Yes Massa' on TV
What ever happened to Wheezy? The Redd Foxx's?
Never got Emmy's but were real to me
Let's hear it, two for
over
I got the world on my back
My better half on my shoulders
And lately I've been trying to relax
But my desire for lyrical homiside
Just won't me
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
in that single cell
Self inclined we don't rock Calvin
Fans want me to drop but it's like 50 thousand album
Appreciate my struggle i invented my own
about my name
The Gushers and Glue got immaculate taste
Feel like a Martian I'm in outer space
Trust me this album is well worth the wait
Watch how I run
in her skirt
I give a plate to the girth
Fuck all the fame and the percs
I will earn me a spot, unless I'm shot by the cops and a name on my shirt
a thin-walled flat
When i happened to upset
My neighbour, a gulf war vet
By playing this album moderately loud
He showed up at my door
Then started to shout, with
Perform better when the lights shine bright
Lean your face against the paint
Riding in the whip with the homies on some mad city shit
Ain't no stopping me
branches, toss you in the pool
That you just partied up in on your vacation from school
Violent by nature don't expect me to apologize
Surgical with it.
Covered in diamonds
I hope I don't drown in all these Cubans
And I just need me a bitch
Who like to talk shit and like to take dick
And we gon' get rich
We
Uh-uh, that's a no, I bring a light to ya hood with me
Hop in this car and shine honey if you wanna be looking good with me
You see that full clip by him,
my early twenties
But a different mindset really makes a difference
Got New York in my blood but Florida raised me different
Black and Mild with a wood
six different strands
would lock together locked forever
rockin leathery wood told you chicken and cris go good
with some watermelon albums sellin
don't touch the crown
By the way, that's Uncle Brown
A gyal dem a run me down, cuh
Ayy, look Stormz this is soul baby
The kind of soul that gave
Stella
and WB
Who 'Yes Massa' on TV
What ever happened to Wheezy? The Red Fox's?
Never got Emmy's but were real to me
Let's hear it
Two for the spooks who do
splitter, put one in ya
To the woods to ? your body
Right ? by the two of ya, tie the noose knot tight
But my niggas ain't fuckin' the ?, tell 'em not to bang
clubs in Milwaukee inspired by the group called the Schemers
We were young dreamers
Hip-hop evangelism to the non-believers
Planet Patrol Afrika Bambaataa
like a banner she been ran thru by the team
Nigga text me say "I'm short" I hit him back like fuck you mean
U don't have all of my money nando gonna eat
question it
We gon' get the album done by the deadline
I'll talk to ya later, over and out brother
on UPN 9 and WB
Who 'Yes Massa' on TV
What ever happened to Wheezy? The Redd Foxx's?
Never got Emmy's but were real to me
Let's hear it, two for
fuckers wanna be who you ought to be in by 3
Fuck album release
At End of the night when the mind play me
Lucid dreams come find me astrally
In a time zone
ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
The Road Not Taken ‐
Disapprove we can get ya and your bullshit
I be the same
The game will never be the same
It was made for me to gain
You see the thangs for me to name
I go by
[Chorus: x4]
From the South
I got the diamonds in my mouth
Hold up a minute, I'm the King of the Ghetto
Holding the rap game, like wood grain
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