Lyrics:
or beast (no, no)
But I admit there are times when these girls so fine
They'll chill with a nigga for a week (oh, for a week)
Now I admit I love Hugh
like a 2 dollar bill, in the Stu with the hits going straight for the kill
Dropped one album and they all screaming more
Hop up in my bag, time to check
fuck it, we high
I remember when a nigga had to ask for money
It's been a long time since I had to do that shit (watch)
This shit ain't free
I got
solutions
Lost in the crossroads, becoming a hard soul
Fantasize for light but the dark has a harsh hold
Often times we know where the problem lies
But
count it all joy
You'll never be more? that's the wrong voice
So Imma reach for it till I'm rich for it
Till being a rich boy will be my least worries
Its
must be crazy, nigga
Onе song for my deluxe is all I need to do
These puppies barkin'
They done bit off more than they can chew
My album just dropped
I'm
of the slums
With a shot that go, for twisted metal for cash flow
React slow nigga and get, P.L.O
By the lone gunner, who took revenge for his brother
Who got
and my mom is really great
So they’re the reason why I’m steady tryna get this cake dawg
This for all my homies that be waiting on my albums
This for all
dumb pricks wanna see me leave but we're staying
I need to drop my album for the streets, what we saying
Let me drop it for the people
Heard the first
Impala's
High class Impala's
I make two cash deposits
Every time I pass the closet
If niggas looking for the grands
The grands can be spotted
Keith]
Bout it bout it, like Master P, makin money G
No time for promos, get paid when I MC
You know my feeling, I'm dealing, with tracks so
track of the album “Cantigas de Maio” (May Songs), that debuted in Santiago de Compostela (capital of Galiza) in May 10th, 1972.
Outlawed by the Fascist
asking me for mercy after battery
And everyone will get mad at me
So I'll have to see if I got time to spit a
Backhanded apology cause I'm not one to cop
while rap achievin let it
As for bills forget it, 'cause the way I rap, don't even sweat it
Why though when me and my husband, don't fuss, agree
Though
choose peace over pain, baby I'd rather choose peace over pain, baby
I've been stacking up my joy for a rainy day I thought that weed would take the pain
nutty like Almond Joy
My boy toy IE got to sleep and eat
Got the sweets and who got the freaks?
Beat it up like a ass whipping
The album dropped
and push me like that
So I'm back again, back again
Time to bring the action in
Greatness, only thing I put my practice in
Swear that's all I stand for like
one deep
MF DOOM on my headphones
Album done so it’s tour mode
Spaceship in sports mode
Alien on my front seat
Earl Sweatshirt on my stereo
Space suits
album like a bird in a corner store
Keep it real boy
Trill got the good dope!
See grill, big bills, with a thick hoe
About an ounce of that good dolja
We
on an album and you trying
To record it, on top of all that
Couple weeks you're going touring?
For little pay, straight claim for thrills
Most people my age
pray for me
You know what I'm sayin'? 'Cause
Constantly my mind and my heart is racing (yeah)
All by myself trying to solve all these problems I'm
[Swizz beatz]
Let's get it started, get it started
Let's keep it started, keep it started
Yeah, yeah, violator the album
Go, go, go!!
[l
some time to give credit where credit due
I know there would never be no me if it wasn't for you
If I had a dollar for every time I was complimented
I'd
time’ll have me flat by the life line
So I’m like fine
Got a bottle of the white wine
Coming live from the middle of the night time
Full cup but I find it
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