Lyrics:
(okay)
To his album we ride we so mob (okay, yeah)
I throw lives and lowest to live
For my loaf of bread the people's player
I did what the culture
beats
I'm focusing on rapping now and imma be the fucking best
cnd I'll be charting with these niggas, imma be chart-
Imma come out number one, hopefully
I'm the best at Devilishly, go
Wanna sur-pass me, first of all don't spit
I didn't know deep before, now I know, more and more
Now I'm only 16 years
boy)
{Word?} Ain't he a Reverend now, collectin plates
At churches and shit?
(He's spittin flames right now baby
He at the top of his game, right
a bunch of junk that never took off
Maybe it's for the best
My pops said it best
He said it's blending in with all the rest
Time moves by and my corpse will
thought. We been on the rise my nigga/
187 211. Call the reverend every time Frankie V slide by my nigga/
Facts homie. Got like 33 packs on me/
Wanna make 2
by the name of X
Had to go to him 'cause he was on house arrest, nonetheless
Our first time meetin', we was always on the FaceTime
He offered me his
her brains out until she had a heart attack
Now her corpse is in a body bag, in the trunk of his Pontiac
Down by the lake is where I just parked it
the
Uke and guitar and like singing stuff
She's great though
That's impressive
High key the best song on the album
Very consistently everyone's favorite
I
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
basement (ha ha)
Feminist women love Eminem
"Chicka, chicka, chicka, Slim Shady, I'm sick of him
Look at him, walkin' around, grabbin' his you-know-what
basement (ha ha)
Feminist women love Eminem
"Chicka, chicka, chicka, Slim Shady, I'm sick of him
Look at him, walkin' around, grabbin' his you-know-what
he'll be for the rest of his life
All they do is scream and shout
They gave me a job
Put me up
Put me on one
That's where he'll be for the rest of her
Hello, how can I help you?
Hi, my name's Dave Burd, I have an appointment today
It's probably under 'Lil Dicky,' actually
I'm a, I'm a rapper, so
account done ate a moose, uH
WHy the car ain't got a roof, uH
Crib still ain't got a boost, uH
Black Hippy witH tHe caps lock, wHen my album came
Best
drive em
Home theaters, can't Best Buy 'em
These niggas that I roll with
Don't let a single thing get by 'em
King pins and them drug lords
Chi-town,
guns on me
Get down and dirty, all by my lonely
I leave your brains on your block all around your homies
Live by the code of honor, stay holdin' armor
on my Trump shit tonight, radio
Fuck you!
Yeah, I'm taking his lead i'ma just say how I
Say, I'ma just say- I'm just be Ye
And win take his lead and win
radio, fuck you yeah
I’m taking his lead i’ma just say how I
Say, be ‘Ye, and win i’ma
Take his lead radio, fuck you!
Radio, fuck you! Wait a second
Aye,
Priest was forced to take his album underground
And now he will no longer suffer
Reviewing this album, you gotta ask yourself why
Look at every song,
my basement (haha)
Feminist women love Eminem
"Chicka, chicka, chicka, Slim Shady, I'm sick of him
Look at him, walkin' around, grabbin' his
of attention
I'm by his side, with the chrome fifth, playing my position (Notorious)
Sexy, young thing, from the ghetto
That bitch rocking mics in high heel
to ever even think of such a thing.
But my brother who had always sensed my parent's instilled
insecurities tried his best to encourage me.
For I was born
superman's cape blood stained
My best friend coming up was an addict
We'd only ever kick it when he was kicking his habits
I was kinda straight edge, I wasn't
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