Lyrics:
Na na, na na
Okay, yeah (Yeah)
Uh (NAMOS)
I'm always
Feeling late when I'm stumbling in
Like it's 20 past 5 but it's actually 10
Leaving home like
Really I'm 16 for 16 on this album no debate
Made my debut the best album I could make
I got set back for 2 years I wasn't planning on no wait
So
Verse 1:
Now it's time to go back in 2008
When I'm using T-Mobile Sidekicks and it's very great
Bumpin' Ice Cube Raw Footage in my front yard
Jamming
gets enough
Underlined in marketing campaigns
I feel undermined
Heard the "n" word promotes the bottom line
Down by the river there's a great divide
"It had seven heads and ten horns, with ten crowns on its horns, and on each head, a blasphemous name...
...And the Beast that I saw, resembled
in shit a golden mine!
Out of this scenario I found my silver line!
I thought at the start that this wasn't lit
My album is late and I give a shit
for its black
citizenry. To create the capital, we’re proposing a ten-year
progressive tax on white workers in a multi-billion dollar industry
that was
(yep)
My momma knew I was (was)
Everything I knew I was, I was destined for greatness
I knew I would be rescued by greatness (uh huh)
My first album
right
You can't depend on nobody else
This is the mixtape
I'm gonna have to put up for sale
Cause it's just too great
I may not have to keep stockin'
the hole in the brig
White privilege exists it's the tip of the iceberg
All of these problems are making my mind hurt
By taking the time to write these
bullshit when they walk by
(Yeah!) Heard that old saying, yo
Never ever cross a one day, give ya most
Never ever act funny for the white folks
I'm a big
and sweat from my balls
If I drop anotha album I did dat for my dogs
10 Maybachs everybody ridin' big
I just sit back like, look what I did
Den I bow my
mobilized
By The Devil with his lies
They may look so normalized
And look great, so neutralized
But they are so optimized
Fantasy, they fantasize
coming (8X)
Bo! Lickshot for the blood claat
talkin that what-not, Puba come and hit on the right spot
Rhyme teller for the ladies and the fellas
on a rampage, couldn't see what I wrote I write small
It says ever since I drove a '79 Lincoln with white walls
Had a fire in my heart, and a dire desire
on the rampage, couldn't see what I wrote, I write small
It says "ever since I drove a '79 Lincoln with white walls
Had a fire in my heart, and a dire desire
Fuck it, I made my bed now I gotta get in it
Sleep on my great thoughts, wake up and get it in
This is my fourth album I ain't made a dime yet
I hustled
Mark my words if you go and get the vaccine sure nothing will happen right now
But they’re plan to kill billions of people by 2030 is in their plan
Yeah, just dropped the tape so now it's time to take it home
Who's this white boy from Carolina killing it on the microphone
So effortlessly I been
Million dollar project
How much can I tell you
How bad would you doubt it
Millions of dollars means millions of options
Surrounded by liars the only
the soldiers grip fours, then begin war
Come on, it's Santana the Great
Tie 'em up, bandana his face, hammer his face, fucker
I'm trying to get my act together,
More then any of you rappers ever spit
Vote for me as president, In about a day or so
I be up in the white house getting feletio
By an administrative
Aye Rod, do or die, you revolutionized all styles of super fly
Suit & ties to every single Jordan, yeah, you knew the vibe
By the way, I still ain't
a lotta things that i ain’t
Do i gotta start tho
Gotta lotta things i gotta do
And i ain’t start tho supposed to perform
Supposed to put an album i ain’t
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