Lyrics:
press on the gas a 'lil more for the gain
I go by the code so I can't say no names
What they selling 'lil nigga you know it's illegal
Smoking on opp-pane
fuckin' way
But here I am, workin' in the studio
And your album ain't out because you're movin' slow
By the time you make one I'll be on ten
Hit the studio
the bol can't be touched but ima show you some ways
I don't play by the rules I break them it don't stop
Life or death got to choose we taking it
bananas on them sticks
And we ain't worried about it fuck a play we still gone blitz
Niggas talking about robber gangsters he get blitz
And I got some
I cant let em catch me lackin
Architect no rapper this is more than an album
I was born by the river
By the river
In a little tent
Oh and like
album dropping with a reality show
Cock the Mac 11 in front of Hot 97
And call my publicist tell her "we in press heaven"
No one gives a shit except
and the cameras get to snapping
And they try to make you out as a lie
Symbolic because you were just trying to please them
by using logic and reason
It's a lose
And now I'm getting phone calls from big companies
I gotta drop it
Know a couple grannies that would bop it
And once they press play you better know
cut off
All connections
And delete all
Of them pics
Never saved a
Single one, but
Got an album
In my head
It's her smile
And her eyes
And now I can't
death the night they let the bine off
My spirit living through my music press play
Played the cards I was dealt with I had to grind hard
R.I.P
and whites ride by and niggas yell, "Fuck them Jakes!"
So much respect, I can lay dough on the floor
Walk away and come back without cats runnin off
I'm
high
Now play it back, back, back, back, back, back, back, back, back
Sunsets are very pretty and beaches by the city
Feel like I'm getting far, I'm
I'ma see you in Hell (inhale)
Battle rap? Boy you wouldn't win a debate
The type of legacy I got
You don't get by mistake
Man don't let them amp you up
away
But this game I play ain't no
Way to fix it it's inevitable
Bills gotta get paid, kids gotta eat
Live by the chopper laws die by the streets
Fuck
rappin' for a joke
A passing hope or a phase with a rope
Sometimes I choke and try to believe
When I get challenged by a million MCs
I try to tell them
try to tell them, "We're all in this together!"
My album was raw because no-one would ever
Think like I think and do what I do
I stole the show,
to tell them, "We're all in this together!"
My album was raw because no-one would ever
Think like I think and do what I do
I stole the show, and then I
niggas know how i play
Don't fuck with phonies
Tell them fakes get out my way
My bitch ass too fat,
She got the, she got the cake
And we can't fuck too
track
Got a lot of songs
Done lost track
But we don't never press play
Remember them days when you used to get five out of good times
When your favorite
fold stroll mean mugging you with them thangs out
How you gonna play that terror roll
Or let the march unfold slaughtery act at 11 to it and then die
says real
Stay with F E L A N I present
Because It Is my turn to be all types embracement
And let them be exulted with so much press
You are all
If you woke up smile
Since were all living in our smart camera phone, see if we can get trending
Ayyyeee
Take your pointer press play
About to start
know I gotta leave with a message
Now as soon as you press play on this album
You hear the turmoil that plagues our surroundings
But I got a few things
them all, 'cause I'm Top of the Pops!
Yeah!
Now I got a new way to move
It's shiny and black and don't need a groove
Now I don't need no album rack
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