Lyrics:
hard for this
I had to grind never wasting my time and sometimes it was hard to live
Giving the shit all that I got and the grind never stopping that's
fightin' Around my way You gon' get shot first
Mock neck cardigan, properly hide this Mossberg
Smokers dancin' in the rain Ain't got to ask if you got
up above
If you coming at me just know that you getting bodied by singer named Truelove
I be so proud of me
You cannot talk to me,
Album of the year
fluoride in the water
To support the nation man, I'm sick of this
So I divorce the nation
Then drop the wickedest album hear
It across the nation
Man, I
(Spoken by the Gangsta)
Hmmph! A dedication to all them homeboys a
Nd all them homegirls out there that done passed away
Dirty boys dedicate this
deep, sneak peek
Got it up my sleeve like a cheat sheet
I'm droppin' albums that you could leave on repeat
There's levels to this, layers to it
I show you
anointed, called, and protected
From being called into question by people with real objections
Actual human lives in the balance, you won't accept them
For
Yeah
Yeah!
Okay!
Okay
You know I'm getting real tired of the petty shit
Too many soft rounds now with a heavy grip
So many other rappers albums that
underrated, on this album
I'ma show the world
Stay on my pivot, be realistic
I paint this picture so vivid
I might blow the world
My baby mama tellin' me she
there's something I feel strongly about,
Then I'll discuss it,
And if I only make one album before I kick the bucket?
I'll hold that album to my heart in my
nigga
Long live Mo three, cause I was always outside, nigga
Gotta stay focused one eye close just like a sniper
Only snake up im this grass now is some
Got to live for today cause tomorrow ain't promised to me
Don't just want a piece I want my whole destiny
If you got it, I'm gone take it
If you're
chere
And y'all wants me to be forgiving out chere
I'm supposed to live by Christian ideas
But being homophobic could kill your career
So I switched
it up
I'm back to numb
The past is strung
In every single fuckin rap I've sung
I've had enough
Got my heart broken by a bitch
I wrote an album about it
Yeah, this album is dedicated
To all the teachers that told me I'd never amount to nothin'
To all the people that lived above the buildings that I
Yeah, this album is dedicated
To all the teachers that told me I'd never amount to nothin'
To all the people that lived above the buildings that I
Quality material
Yo, check this out
Yeah, you heard it
Kweli
You don't know how to say it by now, fuck you
Broadcastin' live, from Brooklyn, New York
can solve it, ay
Ooh, I know you love it when this beat is on
Make you think about all of the niggas you've been leading on
Make me think about all
can solve it, ay
Ooh, I know you love it when this beat is on
Make you think about all of the niggas you've been leading on
Make me think about all
drudging through dark tunnels with glowsticks
In the murk, committed to inner work, live and learn
Now I'm Tevin's second album, Trigga's third
Feeling
About the Whole Bushel Live
Squeegee boys at ya ride
Album mode, what's the vibe
I said Which Way Is- the phone interrupted
Who fuck is this, somebody
dick
Too many niggas, not enough hoes
And some of you niggas, acting like hoes
Stay to myself like loners do
Get high by myself, I'm not in the mood
you just gotta turn down
And ain't no freebies in this shit, you get what you earned now
Yeah, you live and you learn but you reap what you sew
shit
Or is this it? Just a bunch of misfit's
For what it's worth, here's my two p
I think the worlds perfect, life is brilliant
The only thing wrong, is
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