Lyrics:
I worked hard
I already have this talent
But I need to master it by working hard
I know I'm the best
But what will come next
If I don't work on my
A day like this
Hey, it's gonna be a hell of a night
Homie you know what it is
Cause I'm so fly
Ya eyes don't lie
You fuckin' wit a gangsta tonight
at the starry lights
And picturing what it's like
If you were by my side
And we could stay up all night
Talking 'till the sky falls dark
Watching as the sunset
night
Niggas listen to it 'cause it's right
Money don't make me, I make money
What I look like fuckin' over a broad, playboy I'm a macaroni
I mean
curly, hair
Now, look-a-there
Her brother don't 'llow me there
Now, look-a-there, a-honey
A-ooo-wee
Baby, way over there by the apple tree
I love, love
you see my life
You don’t see me for the trees at night
You gotta be with me
You gotta see how I bleed just to feel me
You don’t understand the plan
crisis that I'm in
Don't chime in
Front block like a line men
No longer co-sign it
Album two, you'll get what that line meant
Clearing shit up just like my
!
Every man thinks his burdens the heaviest
And who feels it know it
Who feels it knows it
No don't sit by your window
Gazing at the streets
Sorrying for
that
And fuck that select
All them long nights
Don't remember when I've overslept
Gonna use the bred on myself
I'm gonna invest
That's the realist it
my story, you know what I'm sayin'
And then uh, I remember Cole did it, when did he do it?
He was on Friday Night Lights?
Nah nah, he did it
at night
So ima freak you right, you don't treat me right
You get a peace, goodbye
Know ima catch a side eye while you creeping by
I have no need to buy what
You only good as yo last album
You ain't fucking with my worst album
I know you heard me like Max volume
Probably thought I wouldn't pass by you
Search
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
Girls
by Dizzee Rascal
Album : Showtime
Marga Man: Yo, i dunno...marga man here. with the raskit; dizzee rascal.
Yo, walkin through
Don't know how much life I got left but I'm livin' it righteous
Plenty nights I spent just tryna get a grip on my vices
Knowin' even Stevie Wonder seen
badly needs that can wiat
(wi-at? That's a new English
Word which means wait)
I've been waiting for some reaction
To the album from American
Listeners
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
shielding my dick
Have baby by me baby these groupies they make me sick
My stick we don't restrict we get through thick like afro picks
It feels Vic's
I've been saying I'm the greatest while low-key hanging it up
Can't tell if it's depression or me just not giving a fuck
Album's been done for a year
on and on and on
On and on and on
This is the year that I come in and just devastate
My style is great ask your peoples can I dominate?
My rhymes are harder than last night's erection
and you, we are nothing alike
Can't fall asleep all I do is just write
This is me in the day you don't wanna see night
Been acting right, had to sacrifice,
mama
I don't wanna measure what I'm
Worth by some dollars
Gold on my teeth, though! (Heh)
They want me to fit in a package
So my demographic will
don't want it, You gon' lose
I stay elevatin' like a soul
If don't give me mine
(If don't give me mine) shit a revelation
Killin' niggas by the genocide
by the dirt
Without my brother by my side it only got so worse
I don't know God but all my life I always went to church
And when I stopped I thought,
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