Lyrics:
Jermaine is the best
The industry fucked you, I'm just paying 'em back
What's the matter with slayin' jackers? That's all I've been doin'
Besides talkin'
I heard your album and I don't believe a word of it
I think you're soft like that trick, Mother Hubbard
Fillin' the cupboard with gang goods
Like
face though we searched ourselves for a clue
But we drank his health and the last to drink was Dangerous Dan McGrew
There's men that somehow just grip
Then why the hell is you hidin in them bushes?
Im wanted in four counties
For armed robbery
Killed 2 sheriffs, 6 of his best men with my hands
actin' tough
You get bust
Cause competition talks too much
I know it's rough
But y'all still can't get enough
You might think I'm one of those men
Who
eye contact and I can't hold back
I try to shake it but the feeling comes right back
What have I gotten into, I feel possesed by you
I have these
Don't have beds at all they have to sleep on
Cold Victorian-esque cobblestone streets
And join musical pickpocket gangs run by
Men with names like Mr
popping
Remember the baby name's we were rockin
Had that early
Since the last time I saw you No rest, Work, No stopping
Ready to drop my album when's yours
Jo'burg pigs
Summer time, ocean dip
Album out, it's gold or niks
K'dala ngigudla ngizam' uk'push-a
But they didn't listen
Now they call me and they tell me
I'm done starving now I'm tryna feast big appetite because I'm a beast my niggas with me best believe we gone eat im not stoppin til the mission
as I get to campus
But right I'm just chilling at the park writing these verses
My goals for album three
Make my best work yet
My best tape ever, might
swole
Could afford to get up and be anywhere he go
VIP at the club, backstage at the show (yes, y'all)
The best crib, the best clothes
Hottest whips
your choice, so it takes you to choose
The best in rap, the best in r&b
The best in rock, the best in p-o-p
Who works the hardest, sweats the most
to move the crew
I can't even cap
no more time for hoes let em playa hate
bitch I'm in the the booth
See I fiend to rap something that goes gold
but I
The Album just dropped, never heard it before
Got a million plays, but ain’t talking bout songs
I made this album, to write all my wrongs
I’m trying to go
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
85%, I'm 400 solid
Brainbolic wit knowledge, cock-diesel scholars
Holdin' it down, walkin' around wit gold by the pound
Frozen down wit diamond bolders
sleeping in, uh, his basement on the couch
Which is the cover to my first album, Under Pressure, shout out Cathy, shout out the Rosado family
All my
you if you make it
So they pray you fail
Petty bitches run their mouth
Jake want you in jail
That's the life of a Made Men
Tighten the game plan
Come
nuttin' but the best
What you got in yo' cup?
[Kurupt]
Hennessey
[Tash]
Yeah, yeah, that make me tweak on beats
Tash be kickin' so much a** I rock
know am gonna scale through
Got the Lord by my side and that's all I need to
Steady paving my way to the top
A lot men wouldn't like when you rise
All
the best
I’m a real artist you a stage band for my sets
No stream service Facebook but take a guess
Look who got an artist wristband to South by South-West
time
No sleeping til I cross the line, I'm running
Cause I gotta pack them shows
And Dre told me ain't no coming back from gold
So I gotta get my album
imma fuck the game up and make em think I'm bezerk
Cold blooded killer added that as my perk
Real good with my numbers and funds I'm praying it work
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