Lyrics:
What's up
What's good
Guess I gotta show 'em what's up. Show 'em what's good
Fake friends tryna dap me. Like (What's up)
What's good
Y'all don't know
and him too
'Cause don't none of y'all know a fucking thing 'bout what I been through
And all that superficial shit you love I'm just not into
And when
something and I got it covered
Somehow always rise above it
Why you think I got my head in the clouds on my last album cover?
The game is all mine and I'm
did the first one
Five album run, now the cursed one, it's a blessed one
By the time y'all hear this, we be half way through the next one
Bless up
this far
They told me they was fam but did me like Uncle Scar
Looking at wolves and sheep and couldn't tell them apart
Isolated by the world, cast out
speaking the truth Cause he don't believes in lies
LA Legend with John legend Singing by ya side
In maybach on ya album cover Look at the sky
A G member
depression at all
A worldwide pandemic
A few attempts later
Now that little boy is a music creator
Album ain't done
I just put out this single so y'all can
back in the day to die and save the flock
Some of our branches have been cut off grab the laser lop
On earth you selling but on earth I bet y'all albums
abide by rules, you hating
But then you gotta fake it just to
Make it and say I'm the fool
Please, I'm comfortable with my
Style of music that's why I
album on their shopping cart
And supposedly now everyone knows waste plan by heart
I gave everybody a fresh start
Cause remember in four people were mad
y'all all soft
And I'm the black hearse that came to haul y'all ass in
It's for the hood by the corner store
Many try, many die, come at Nas if you want
recordin my album, send in producers with wack tracks
And DAT's, messin up my whole format
Can you imagine somethin on the kneeboard with Con-Funk-Shun?
Where y'all at? Make some noise
Y'all ready for Lupe Fiasco? Let me hear you make some fuckin' noise
Say insane, insane in the brain, in the brain, I
But I gotta learn in order to teach
Then I gotta burn in order to reach
My niggaz
Yo, I see what I see day by day
Hoping that the Lord will pave
a album
Checkin' on my Instagram every hour
Like damn I hate this dude, god
He's such a faggot
Why they think he dope, fame why he have it
Damn his music
try and open y'all shutters
Cartier frames, Aoki on a shirt
And red and white chukkas
Why you goin' all hard tho?
NASCAR star got bars by
Black
But your album sound like you give
Your nuts for a plaque
You don't ride for the facts like um
Say Scarface
You don't know what you feel, y'all too
please stand up?
We're gonna have a problem here
Y'all act like you never seen a white person before
Jaws all on the floor like Pam like Tommy just
please stand up?
We're gonna have a problem here
Y'all act like you never seen a white person before
Jaws all on the floor like Pam like Tommy just
and we ain't never come wack (never!)
Immortal Technique and Akir y'all niggaz fear us that's a wrap
It's like
[Hook]
One love
One music
One people
One
don't touch the crown
By the way, that's Uncle Brown
A gyal dem a run me down, cuh
(I got it, yeah) this is soul baby
The kind of soul that gave
Stella
one, and
And umm, thank you, for everybody else who supported the album and I wanna say thank you so much again and I just can’t, thank y’all enough,
to do with defeats
I turn all of those to motivational musical speech
Oh, and by the way, guess what I'm doin' to eat?
Yup, rappin', who cares about
frosty
That's why you only get one chance to cross me
(Drip so saucy, oh)
Three different chicks, one caramel mocha coffee
Heaven help me, oh
'Cause
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