Lyrics:
n'en déplaise à la Fontaine
Pour toi petit dauphin j'écris les fables de Lacombetaine
Talking badly to me, fuck you yeah
Call my girl by her sister name,
an artist should be
Should they be someone with prosperity
And no concept of reality?
Now, who you know without any flaws?
That lives above
how I treat him baby girl he's a just slut
I'ma just a dog don't blame me
The motto that I live by is fuck you pay me
Going live on a Saturday morgan,
guarantee why success chose me
Mhen I found my way out
Shout outs to Osimhen wen u score we dey cash out
Wanna lives used to be like lights out
Now I've got
Coach Coach Coach Coach
Shawty if you're bored and lonely you know you can call me
We was riding with no signal in the ride with 4 Gs
Coach Coach
You talk like you got the blue print
But still aint did nothing
Shit aint gone change by itself
Looking at the world its only us
Up and down the state
Real-life can drive you crazy like Uber driving Mrs.Daisy
My baby hopped out the Hooptie then went into a Mercedes,
People out here shady I dunk on you Tracy
its worst to wait
Fuck all of the politics with it
cin't nothing to debate
Sometimes you gotta fuck up
In order to be great
Black, lives matter most
you ever witnessed was on Menace ll Society
Try to sound deep and got masses fooled by your lack of rhythm
I elevate while you perpetuate your
was a dream
Everything ain't always what it seems
Ima get this shit by any means Yah
On the road dis da lifestyle dat I live
Doing shows dis da
Even if I made an album
With a Punjabi hit-squad
Clash me, I'll make you jump like Kris Kross
Make a man know, that I'm not a nimrod
And if you still
Yeah, what you critics said would never happen
We dedicate this album to anybody people said couldn't make it
To the fans that held us down 'til
Yeah, what you critics said would never happen
We dedicate this album to anybody people said couldn't make it
To the fans that held us down 'til
Yeah, what you critics said would never happen
We dedicate this album to anybody people said couldn't make it
To the fans that held us down 'til
was suburban
478 so you duck when you chilling and see suburbans
Understood at 19 that I lived for a different purpose
By 21 start questioning is it
and I work for the poor
Now tomorrow you can say you saw
KRS-One stompin' once more
I play by ear, I love to steer
The Alfa Romeo from here to there
but
Now, bet you've heard about this
Marijuana has been shifted by politicians
And voters, to legal, in 19 states and
Counting but the warehousing of so
U-Turning to 9-5 cuz I got shit ta do
I need this shit ta move
Grinding so hard, I live wit Scarred knuckles
They say that things comes to those who wait
But
the money,"
"I would, but I don't have the time," Fuck that, you gotta do it man
You gotta do what makes you happy, you have live selfishly in that aspect
taking credit for what God made
Fuck this album shit hey mama look what God made
She's mine
Catch me
Don't you, (she's mine) catch me
Don't you
That I was not up to par, when I followed my heart
Granted, my heart was tainted by my mind, I kept on sayin'
Where's the hits? You ain't got none
You
got your bike I can't let you pop Willy
Y'all saw me at Kanye's third album with my cap no cap
My cousin Zu chilling in the stands with the Pack
And he
the poor
And after all you can say you saw
Cypress Hill, stompin once more
I play it by ear, I love to steer
The fifty-seven Bel Air from here to there
the Gravediggas
Poltergeist you betrayed by socialites
Now the albums up for sale you can't even focus right
Hocus Pocus aside from money it was more to life
Now
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