Lyrics:
(mm-hmm)
Just wrote an album worth of songs on my vacation
Your favorite rapper know that I ain't one to play with (Sheesh)
Just left eh lab with another hit
give to keep me on my feet
Press pause rewind press play
That's the kind of stuff that's on my mind everyday
And I press pause
backwards for, "Fuck them damn niggas"
Buck them damn triggers
You charge us, bodies fill up them damn rivers
'Cause everybody wanna be the best rapper
Pontificate, you faded star, go on and show them who you really are
You can lie to the papers
You can hide from the press
You can fake it on stage
Crawl from
up now
To accept charges, press five now
Mmmmm..... welllll
One love (one love)
ohhhhh (one love) The L, the L, the L, the L
One
To accept charges, press five now
Well, 1-luv, oh
1-luv, well, well, well, well
1-luv, oh
1-luv, well, well, well, well, well
Remember that game Fat Bank
got game got damn it
They only press play when I play got damn it
Seen me slanging CDs
Now I need a DVD
When I’m laying in a God damn casket
Trynna play
Press box at all the games, sittin' next to the Pegulas (talk your shit, king)
Came up with them brick sellers, and them hundred pound movers (ah)
I
motherfuckers must ain't peeped them
Last two albums, for real, dick riders
[Hook - 2x]
All you hoes, talking down
Guard your grill, keep moving around
album got that Wu-Tang like Raekwon
This be a brand new year for the G
Even when I'm rockin' like a Black Beetle Paul McCartney
The months gone by are
Vv bling on my rays (My rays)
Them keys pinged by aries (Aries)
(Young Aries In The Cut Nigga)
225 On dash I can't relax
I'm riding high
I swerve
burst
Call the press first and ask them who got the best verse
Give me the respect I deserve
If you are what you eat, it's obvious I can't eat what I'm
Ayy
Whose fault? Uh
(Whose fault?)
Let's play the blame game, I love you more
Let's play the blame game for sure
Let's call out names, names,
Yeah
Promise playing with us is not what you wanna do nigga
Not at all
Yeah yeah aye yeah
Play with me then you dead
Hit him in his head with
might have an album
'Til then, just keep on shoutin'
From the top of your mountain
It feels great
'Til one day you have the urge to create
And people hate
Yo, I've been sat back, relaxed with rap, I almost let the passion pass
Procrastinating rapping Have them asking where the album at
So fuck it, y'all
Yo, I've been sat back, relaxed with rap, I almost let the passion pass
Procrastinating rapping Have them asking where the album at
So fuck it, y'all
Nigga I can make four more albums off memory!
Y'all ain’t never gonna be better than me
I’ma do this 'til I’m 80
Everybody wanna rhyme like Hov'
fun
Gettin detentions for rapping bout guns
But it don’t get to me, fuck all them cunts
Gotta stay relevant through publicity stunts
Gotta get the album
They love playing who to blame when the plan fail
The easiest way to lose is not plan well
I'm just trynna find peace in my life now
I made album
on this album I just signed ta Diplomat yesterday
What's really good
(I mean, I mean the album is done I mean
You know you on the next joint you on my
Honey evil laugh oh
Lcve is just a history that they may prove
And when you're gone
I'll tell them my rcligion's you
When Pontius comes to kill
wanna be loved by you
I wanna be loved by you
It's driving me crazy
I save my nudes instead of
Sending them to you
(It's driving me crazy)
Got an album
want you to be proud of the shit we made
I wish that you could pull up
We chill and press play
I know you'd be impressed
My worst above their best day
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