Lyrics:
want to bite off my flow son
I don't think no one, got that, rock a hot track
Like me, nice to the Sauce? Naw
Spit rounds, it's rough did I mention
Gettin' rich was my only plan (ayy)
'Cause you can't raise my son and have an OnlyFans (facts)
Project windows was my only fans (yeah)
Take my momma out
album had no famous guest appearances
The outcome: I'm crowned the best lyricist
Many years on this professional level
Why would you question who's
take what I want
So, you tried to front, hope ya (got yo'self a gun)
You ain't real, hope ya (got yo'self a gun)
My, first album had no famous guest
take what I want, so
You tried to front
Hope you got yourself a gun
You ain't real, hope you got yourself a gun
My first album had no
Famous guest
a GOAT like C
They ain't a GOAT like SK
Last op came out in the public eye
Broski put em in the sun
I just bagged a half a brick by eye
Now I'm just
berattas, stack cheddar
When the Village was termed the Felix Mitchell, D and Black era
Real goodfellas, the whole Ville was down for whatever
Protected by
acknowledge you (What's going on son?)
Step by step on this dim lit path
I gotta lead my people out of this wrath
But I'm lost and don't know if my way is
To stand out and that's word
But Lord, if that's true, oh not to doubt you
Cause that's true
Sons are not to be falling in the ditch
Though their light is
the Yellow Pages under smooth shit
'Cause Red ain't down for the bullshit
Niggas fucked up by letting me make an album
(How come, rude boy?)
To get
j'm'incline, tous les vrais sont vaincus
Aucune balle n'est perdue
Même logée dans ton cul
Délit d'fuite sur ça! Drive by sur ça!
Tise et fume sur ça! Ça sniffe
on the back
I'm like the gun at the race, son you only get one shot
My album is the finish line, here's where your run stops
'bout to go fishin with a clip
by their roots
All the roots live underground, water down me no salute!
They pimping the culture, the same vulture who stole ya agriculture
My vocab is
you up and slap you till your teeth are loose
I've seen the noose and will not get lynched by the industry
Nor will I have a A and R pimpin' me
boy
On the outskirts, of what works
Live those who go for broke, and merk to get merked
Live by the sword and die by the semi
Not part of my ways, but
a legend?
I just got ten number one albums, maybe now eleven
More hits than a "Now! Eleven"
That is no reason to treat me like I'm somehow from outta
And I heard ya album, this must be something you're new at
'Cause I rather hear a Lil' Wayne/Lil' Zane duet
My cellphone stay ringin', like a slap in
[OC]
The whole city's under siege when we come through wit guns blazin
You need to take a seat son, you just started shavin
Respect ya elders,
a real one
Knowing one another off the mushies, that's a feel, son!
We sealed the deal and made an album together
Thought our bond was steel, but it was
like, come back to it later
That's like... exactly what this is
Notes
Create two albums, then release one
I'm untitled
The new project, from the projects
You hit the wrong button you get played like a album
Hoes throwing salt pick a stone like Rosetta
I rock and roll wit this glock heavy metal
I never son
they started laughing
What up Bossdog, good lookin' on this tea
Import that bag from Europe, exclusively
Ladies and gentleman, I go by the name
Tryna play and the K spray
It's equipped with the beam
All you rap niggas
Full of cap
My shit better than most
And I don't even rap
Hidden Gem album
show
Drop an album
Running it
Funding it with no promo
You know what
Fuck this
Calling me a simp
Son Bart but you a butt kiss
You real enough to rip one
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