Lyrics:
Walls I had to climb
Started in my room
Started just by writing
Knew I had to move
But the lightning strike hit
2022
Bout to switch my life quick
running a mile, "n" saving face by
Lasting hate, please pass a basic act of
Gallance, beseech to talents freedom or to
Crate my potential laughing,
got these bills that keep growing all the curves life throwing still working after closing
Raise my kids all by my lonely even tho they think I'm phony
between my sheets
Yeah you guessed it we got shystie in a hot seat
To be quiet honest I'm like sick to death with you
All these kids running around
don't touch the crown
By the way, that's Uncle Brown
A gyal dem a run me down, cuh
(I got it, yeah) this is soul baby
The kind of soul that gave
Stella
just a new boy
Name an artist who can sing and rap like me, boy
Artist and producer, man, I do this by myself, boy
All these fake rappers, they be decoys
Running a check up, boy you better step up
Said watch your step ‘cause I’m seeing you mess up
You keep on walkin’ right into a setup by running your mouth
at the Holiday Inn
If you ain't got no one (nobody), then go have some fun by yourself
But whatever you do, don't let the door knob hit you on the way out
I get money, fuck a recession
Nothing slowing down my obsession, no
Keep running up (Let's run it)
No it don't ever stop
I get money, fuck
looking over me
Wind in my hair, I was there, I remember it all too well
Photo album on the counter, your cheeks were turning red
You used to be
ain't no standstill
Bitch ass nigga made a mole out of anthill
Everybody shooting, don't know why you're using hands still
20 song album, but it's trash,
Say my niggas don't dance we just pull up our pants and
Do the Rockaway
I was raised by Hip-Hop Tupac Mac Dre
West side, I ain't a crip or a blood
Especially if your shine is outshining mine
I wanna be faithful but I keep running into dimes
And they make it so easy so it's hard to do right
The image I
looking over me
Wind in my hair, I was there, I remember it all too well
Photo album on the counter, your cheeks were turning red
You used to be
the cool in you
Or it'll be a sad love song being sung by Toni Braxton
And I'll dissect you like a fraction
All you wannabe top cat MCs, I'll pop you like
New South Wales and Hollywood are burning piles of brittle wood and
Cocaine dreams
Making movies making songs, gnashing teeth and glitter bombs
the next album that I drop will be the story that defines me (Who I am)
'Cause I am not my sin I’m not a captive
I am not the product of the wrongs that I
Wind in my hair, I was there
I remember it all too well
Photo album on the counter, your cheeks were turnin' red
You used to be a little kid with
forget that boy told you
Get, that, dirt off your shoulder
I probably owe it to y'all, proud to be locked by the force
Tryin' to hustle some things,
forget that boy told you
Get, that, dirt off your shoulder
I probably owe it to y'all, proud to be locked by the force
Tryin' to hustle some things,
off
How, nigga? My last album was The Chronic (nigga)
They wanna know if he still got it
They say rap's changed, they wanna know how I feel about it
By the fucking feds
All running wild
Bottlenecking vitamin D's supply
So I'm trapped in quarantine lonely
Lacking in connections, intimacy
Dating apps,
madness?
Is it madness?
Is it madness?
Or is it madness?
Ripping every track that I'm rapping
Like greatness is what we demanding
But I never abide by no
fucked a girl at summer camp
Change the story so the fam believe me
Them days ain't over
My mentality was changing as I got older
Promising an album by
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