Lyrics:
reality flow
I'm tryna time my 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 (Ha
Now I get sandwiched by these chicks... my pleasure
Play that shit again, yeah by bars be too clever
Album too cold like my studio in Denver
I think I'm
I find them, I'll press play
Kinsmen Beach and Dairy Queen
Nights by the sea in Tripoli
We were so much younger then
So much cooler then
Ophelia
The competition checks and checks
And keeps checkin'
They get the album
Take it home
And start sweatin'
Why? well it's simple
To them it's kind of vital
the waste man's anymore
Brought an Uzi to the venue keep it on the low
I got people that would die for me I hope you know
They gon' play back all my albums
the press and yes, conflict is caused
By the kids at concerts who bum rush the doors
One child gets hurt, the press gets pesty
But what about
and say "What's good, J?" (where)
"I need a feature on my album if you could J" (yeah)
I slide on a ho and she look gray (look)
And my whip matte black
the needle sway
At least I made them stop and listen
I done got the vision y'all are in my sights
Competent composition songs are written by
Me in the top
2
Never let them tell you what you
Can or you can't do
They don't know where you stand
'cause they aren't you
Love yourself to the core
Even when it's
let's gone up to the top drop that album
So by this time next year we will be chilling in Belize
Let's get it
End of message, to erase this, messaged
a list of maybe 400 people. I called. I texted. I emailed them one by one, and I explained to them, Hi, how are you? I know we haven't talked in a while,
it is what it is
I ain't gonna to talk your head off, I'ma drop these hits on ya
Play them classics
Where is the bud, where is the bud?
Slob
it is what it is
I ain't gonna to talk your head off, I'ma drop these hits on ya
Play them classics
Where is the bud, where is the bud?
Slob
We finish it
Then they wanna press charges
Havoc: Plus everybody and their mother wanna act tough
'Till they discover how fast a nigga leave them
Three-to-six facin', new indictment
Plus violation of probation, I had to do the boogie oogie
Absent from court like class, I had to play hookey
The pressure
say, when I play I say them
I don't know what makes me say
What I say, when I play
I don't know what I say when I play it
It's free expression because
worries in a cloud of dust
Right there by the old fence post
Yeah, we're gonna drink a little beer, play a little music
And have a big time tonight
on the bench
Bench press em while they play in my hair
Ooo oh
Not a care
But I'm not a player
Cuz if I was I would keep a few
Girlies by my side,
Down to ride
that's how ya deal wit 'er
She a terrorist she like to blow my phone up
What ya doing with them lips ya got yo own cup
Did all 'em units for the thirty,
the Hood
Open 3rd Eye so you know where i´m from
Uh na na na na na na na na na na
Uh na na na na na na na na
Press play vocals on Fleck
Darkskin
a nigga play
If you don't go spin it, i am not offended
But just buy the album cus it bang
And i got the vinyl on the way
Prolly throw a sweater just to say
a nigga play
If you don't go spin it, i am not offended
But just buy the album cus it bang
And i got the vinyl on the way
Prolly throw a sweater just to say
taught my daughter how to ride a bicycle in the same place where my dad taught me during Christmas, we play in the snow and I teach them everything I know
the song
I actually did not know that it would get to
The point that grandmothers are
Talking about it
You know? Like why did I give
Them that level
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