Lyrics:
try
cll though I left them deep in debt
Every now and then I get a little check
Usually I don't pay it any mind
But right now times are hard
So I sit
stays in luck, truck
There's a new gangster in town and he's coming up
Staten Island's cap on hoes with most info
Crown Royal bottles in the back,
an album by Traverse
c collection of different emotions, thoughts
Triumphs and tribulations
Enjoy
tonight they're eating thoughts and prayers
Racism, Misogyny, uhh, Kidz Bop
By that mean bopping kids, not the music albums
But the act of, uh, molesting
From the very bottom
No love for VILLAINS
All the HERUZ shot'em
Stacking up the millions
I need every dollar
I'm starting a collection
Only baddies in
seen Styles, Jada
Sheek with you at yo' show rocking it out
So the shootout you was involved in
Was the only time you've ever had The Lox
(locks) in
spending time on records I know is gone be timeless
Yeah that’s my only promise
I be out in public with his hoe like I hope he find us
Yeah
Like you look
keep em coming
Like collections plate
We flip the cake
We move this shit from Georgia
Baby state to state
Intimidate
Niggas in the city
Who've
on doin' me (my joy, doin' me)
Now I don't know what else to say except, I'm so falsely accused
Tell me how can you judge when you've never walked in my
from here?
No, ah.. which one is it?
(burp) excuse me. It's the one by the airport... you know... cause we gotta get up early an'.. fly outta here in
a bunch of junk that never took off
Maybe it's for the best
My pops said it best
He said it's blending in with all the rest
Time moves by and my corpse will
out the story of my life
But it's time to put a change in, improvise
Take a minute or wherever
Your attention interlies
You're begging for my time
Like
not them
Quoting stats on Sachel Page
Judging by the sudden loss of blood
While sleeping on your rooftop house floods
I built this house to float in
and swapped for 'em
They were sleepin', I made 'em stop snorin'
Made 'em break out the popcorn
Now I've been hip hop in its tip-top form
Since N.W.A. was
Now I've been hip hop in its tip-top form
Since N.W.A. was blarin' through my car windows
Leaning on the horn, screamin', "Fuck the police" like cop
to be
Not enough time, got another face to see
Another place, another face, so basically
In other words, searchin' for sanctity
You can find me holy, baby
watch a hoe, I watch the grams go
Watch the stash grow, straight cash flow
I'm a hundred time bigger than
Preme in his prime
100 mill in my account
them 'Shut yer mout'
I tell them 'Well done you found
A diamond in the dirt'
Boy Better Know t-shirts, that's my thing
I've got a black one of these,
the mainstream
Radio, road man and stage show
At the same time
Watch what "Too Many Man" and "Sunglasses
At Night" do in 2-00-9
Let me show you why I'm the King
album I copped
The Jungle Brothers Done by the forces of nature'
check out the cover
Afrocentric brothers just as dark as me
Hip Hop a guiding force
laughing
On 83, by 82, would've been 81
In the 80's they made money by hustling anyone
79 flows, got 78 more
I think I got around 77 songs that I wrote
It's
Woke up this mornin', (yeah)
You got yo'self a gun (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Got yo'self a gun
Yo, I'm livin' in this time behind enemy lines so
[Intro]
Woke up this mornin', (yeah)
You got yo'self a gun (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Got yo'self a gun
[Nas]
Yo, I'm livin' in this time behind enemy
a publicity stunt? This should be fun
Last album now 'cause after this you'll be officially done
Eminem killed by Eminem
Matthew Mitchell, bi-, I even have
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