Lyrics:
so tired
Music is supposed to inspire
How come we ain't gettin no higher?
I know you think that you've got it all
And by making other people feel
(yes)
It's like that man, it's like that (yes)
Check it
I'm not your average MC with the Joe Schmoe flow
If you don't know me by now, you'll never
blasted twice
why'all niggas live the average life
Raised in the hills with the wife, then turn gangsta when ya grab the mic
Nigga I only spit the facts
up
I always thought to myself, "Damn, why they fucked it up?"
But never the less, I was in love with the microphone
And it stayed that way until I
Beats being me
Rich by 24 now bests being me
Nigga I was just broke now
"When my Album drop bitches gone by it for the picture
And niggas gone buy it
album last night and I got confused
I just have a couple of questions about your views
Why use God to justify being a bigot?
I like when you talk about
badly needs that can wiat
(wi-at? That's a new English
Word which means wait)
I've been waiting for some reaction
To the album from American
Listeners
How You Want it? Whaty What
We can get down, niggaz talkin' shit now
Why y'all done put why y'all shit down
Peep that shit why y'all spit now
I been drinkin', I been smokin'
Trying to forget you
I been thinkin' every moment since
The day I met you
I can't let it go right now
Why you gotta
new single right there, y'all
It's called "What It Seems"
Featuring Dub-O and
Produced by my man Slim G'z
It's coming out real soon, I had
I had
(okay)
To his album we ride we so mob (okay, yeah)
I throw lives and lowest to live
For my loaf of bread the people's player
I did what the culture
back, right?
We might strike combat if it's time for that
After I take my IQ test on this iPad app
In the iRock on the way to the IHOP
With your high ass
problems trying to bag hoes
Now these bitches giving me IQ
Man, I am not fazed by a rapper who thinks that he's better than me
I cannot speak on a higher
on W K are Funk Radio live
(We'll burn ya)
With TR Love
(And Moe Love on the set)
And we talkin' to y'all from Los Angeles
Live on W K are Funk Radio,
why I’m mother fuckin crazy/
Escaping, thru my headphones bumpin Jay Z/
Creating, dead zones in my heart since Kaile/
My mom kicked me out one day after
the contradiction
Between America's reality and perhaps her
Selective vision of herself
Corruption just refers to fraudulent
Conduct by the powerful, which is
find, just us
It's comedy, it's hilarious
Look yourself in the mirror, tell me times ain't the scariest
For me droppin' album after album, like it's
pride
And then she'd bring out that worn out family album
Its faded pictures some with corners torn
She'd laugh and poin and tell me funny stories
new ain't 'bout to change
I'm still gonna do it my way
Yeah I still remain
So tell me why you hate the game?
So tell me why you hate the game?
This
You here tonight baby
You got yo ticket to the show
If they say they don't dance
Why they all over the floor
I ain't really give em a chance
By now
of the above
And man, fuck all that depressing shit
Let’s get this money and fuck these bitches
You know what I’m sayin? Sike, nah
All of y'all just know that
with the mickeys
Sit round texting and calling, too busy sipping and rolling
That's why IQs keep falling, that's why I can't get outta bed
When my
He gon' get sniped 'fore he come up
High IQ, go get it, swag ignant
Blunt splitting, sauce, when I talk
Cat drippin'
Gifted, make the lil nigga get
on
Talkin' 'bout he Italian
Say I won't go drop a double album
And rap double time on all dub-step
And got no producers
Just me rockin' over beat-boxin'
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