Lyrics:
throbbin from the head noddin
And we about puttin you out for the count like mic check,
You ain't gonna get Certified respect
So hide your decks, ya mics I
by, pages empty pens dry
disappearing fan base, guess i shouldn't wonder why
writing songs is simple, if you got the proper drive
but it can get away
of NASA
I flip page to a different chapter
So quit sayin', I live in the past
'Cause you pricks ain't on my level
That's a prediction that will never happen
for this)
Oh my god
I'm having an eargasm
Oh!! Ricky, I'm speechless!!
It's amazing!!
So, tell us about the album then
When did you start recording
made one
To be at the top of the charts, I’m number one
I felt like writing another, an album
All this came about, no problem
I wanna do good do right by
innermost secrets
Then to say it out loud and then maybe even repeat it
Talking about all the times that you've been mistreated
Embarrassed, abused, confused,
going
Téo, he was kind enough to let us play
The rest of his album on air today for you all
Is there anything else you want to say about it
Yeah, I just
work it out
Waiting on you, can't do it by myself
It's no love, none no love still
No love
I been writin' all day, fillin' my page
Tryna fix this,
on the page I feel like I write enough
Feeling like I stick myself in shitty situations
I don't care about your preference I'm spitting revelations
Because all
Hello
Your album come out soon, and this is all you got
What you mean, all I got?
You don't think this is dope?
Ha ha, this shit sucks
You need
Who bold enough to challenge this deadly reportation
Of keeping MC's in a hopeless situation
No comparison, if you put the darts side by side
One will
and games need not be played
Cause you make the wrong move and you will get slayed
Confused by thevoices of your spiritual choices
The jungle is a place that
the hypnytis down
It's characterized by a certain type of lifestyle
People that treated you foul just want to be nice now
Smile and raise their eyebrows when
a contribution about adding “within it” before or as an alternative to “we're finished” after “he'll be here in a minute, you could pack all your bags”
Shit, I
Like Tariq on Undun
And now they wonder how I got over son
(Do you want more?)
Hell yeah, now check the method
I been livin' outside of pages for ages
but
Now, bet you've heard about this
Marijuana has been shifted by politicians
And voters, to legal, in 19 states and
Counting but the warehousing of so
'til it's true, yes, I do, gots to have it
I don't care about any fuckin' star
'cause no matter who you are, you still catch a bullet scar
So listen
me tell you somethin' bout a nigga named Short
Rappers always talk about the way I can't flow
But let me hit the mall with the same MC's
I be signin
the story ends turn the page
Each sheet has a blood stain , this real pain
It's only me inside these four walls
They don't hear when the voices call
You see
question it
We gon' get the album done by the deadline
I'll talk to ya later, over and out brother
about his everyday life, he ain't the same
Goddamn, I already had a hard life once
Am I supposed to recreate it every album for you cunts? Okay
You
album I'm the champ, then the next I'm the villain
Do the thing we like, or else it's fuck you and your feelings
I was spread thin, just about ready
know, you gotta know there's no love in the street
Power, what it takes to succeed
You gotta know, don't be controlled by the things you can't see
I'm
can fuck with my soul again
They be surrounded by their little men
I be singing to your girl
I'm her only world
If she come around
You know I am a flirt
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