Lyrics:
to a childhood, need to be loved
By parents that was in too deep with the drugs
Nigga, my advice, fuck the black and white shit
Be who you are, identify
Fuck around with this trap shit
But this next album is a wrap, shit
My third album, my Graduation like Kanye
Music on another level, yeah I'm tryna
A tabernacle for him to speak in public
And repent by the dozens
Or maybe a castle big enough to fit his kids and his cousins
To run it up until his kids get
The strength and the courage of a lion is well known
The other animals leave it alone
The morning sun shines on the trail no need to run and hide
With the eagle
the heart of a lion and like them flesh
The storm breaks it through for the lion
I find your 'and really ashes
A city wex and 'by the fire
Up in
I like about superstars?
I like my superstars to be out there jump out
The window! Be like Prince with
Your ass out i may
See it and say, "Damn, she
I been woke 3 days cooking songs up
Ramen noodle dinners soaking the Patron up
I dun lost 3 albums on a flash drive
Every since I been looking for it
There was one who would stand by my side
Through the good and the bad
Let that one stand with pride
The best that I ever had
Like the lion of Judah
Simpson or Alba, my albums just sicker than strep with the fever
Get the Chloraseptic, Excedrin, Aleve or Extra Strength Tylenol 3's
Feel like I'm burnin'
Sometimes I listen and revisit them old albums
Often as I can and skim through all them bitches
To make sure I keep up with my competition (haha)
Hogger
Mama said I'm a lion
Hit em up with a rahh
I came here to fill a wallet
This ain't a game this a war
Pause now buy a weapon
Buy that shit in
or
Un-corrupt police at least "Come on Will
You gotta tell me!" I grabbed and
Shook him by the arm
The L train was leaving Bedford with 10
000 white
Yes, 32 the album out right now
Love for the love fire in the Booth
Wrote this in the country
I was staring at horses
It's kinda nice to be still
systematic, locked it up in attic
With reminder on skin
I am not afraid of monsters under my bed
They've long scared away by one in my head
Living
I met you in a club in Atlanta, Georgia
Said me and my homeboy were coming out with an album
You looked at me like, "Yeah, nigga right"
But you
Verse 2: CJ Fly
It's the Pro Era movement, name a chick who ain't with it
The biggest bigots biggin' up the illest by just listening
I'm lane switching,
I'm more badazz then Boosie
I been giving in to sin and I been living life loosely
I been petty to the people that adore me
I been taught better by my
mike jack
I don’t wanna leave it, it’ll leave me defeated
I see beneath the deeper meaning, steady plotting and scheming
Think you living on a boat
know nothing else
I know nothing else
This is basically my house
Living in this game no fucking way
You think you got an ounce
Of talent sick back down
East Side from 1950 to 1975
We start with Harry Smith in 1950
A beatnik weirdo living in New York City
His huge collections were insane
Of Easter eggs
we are fragile and would be damaged by
An encounter with the thing we dread
The active variety is something most
Of us have experienced at
Some point
I ate a monkey breakfast
I eat a skunk for lunch
I living in the bush
I eat with my fingers
I don't use no knife or fork
cause I live in
barefoot summers in arcadian hues
We were born a little older
With hallelujahs coming out of our skin
We were torn a bit asunder
By the same lions living
barefoot summers in arcadian hues
We were born a little older
With hallelujahs coming out of our skin
We were torn a bit asunder
By the same lions living
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