Lyrics:
an album can change a nigga's life around
I got friends and bitches on my dick
But when they look at Richard all they see is Bushwick
Sometimes I don't know
album
Maybe I should stop rapping)
(Saj)
How I keep spitting and yet all of my albums still floppable
Say I’m like medicine that’s why I stay being
You probably wonder what this all about
I told you i was coming with a album out
I told u i was not holding back anymore im devoting my medulla
Till
I heard your album and I don't believe a word of it
I think you're soft like that trick, Mother Hubbard
Fillin' the cupboard with gang goods
Like
hypothetical
These are the facts, a little metaphysical
We are one, every heart every lung
So why then was the black man hung?
He was hung by
in the year seven-ten
By nineteensixty-nine I had written more
If you're feeling insecure,
Cause you're living in a storm
If you find them, you can
a mil before my album hit the shelves
And I ain't talkin' bout no signin' bonus (uh-uh)
'Tics went platinum to remind ya homey
I'm not a restroom so
the mall, or creepin out the mo? wit?
Roc-a-fella, def jam, the right label to go wit
And when the album drops, are they really gon promote it?
Is L.A behind
I be on the way
I'm sorry about the way
The new album is on the way
I'm in my zone
On and off stage I perform
I'll take them by storm now
Watch I'm
the artist behind the music
I might do a pop up exhibition
And get the streets & high society to put a red dot by this piece
If y'all don't know what a red dot
Alkopoligamia, która na początku
Istnienia zajmowała się produkcją ubrań
By z czasem rozszerzyć działalność
O fonografię w tekstach na solowych płytach
Najczęściej
(Ludacris) Verse 1
I just touched down in killa Cali,
Strapped up my boots,
Got scooped up by Game,
So I hopped up in the coupe,
Gaah, What up
a fuck, say you could run that shit back
And fuck your loud pack, and fuck your Snapchat
Cherry Bomb, the greatest fuckin' album since the days of sound
Well, I wonder why you don't call me
Why don't you ever call me by my name
couldn't lack with no pole
Three little piggies was raised by they moms
And they knew that she couldn't pay the bills on her own
Four little piggies was out
and let my mother spend it
All my highs inspired by my lows
I was tryna take my time, now i feel I’m getting old damn
Everytime i spit a rap, i guess i show
throwin the 2s up
That's why I like em young
By 22 it's used up
You need Jesus Muhammad
Zen & Confuscious
These women will leave ya life a mess
N have you
The laboratory men began to prep me for the procedure
I lay stiffened on the slab limbs restrained
Enthralled in the chamber accompanied by vapor and exhaust, my
the belly of the beast
Now we're separated from the west to the east
I know some of y'all don't wanna really went away
But we gotta do whatever, to maintain
Y mándalo a volar
Dile en un segundo
Que no puedes más (Ah)
Que si se interpone
Yo lo voy a matar (Wu)
Ellos hablan mucho
Pero poco dan
Yeye
Soy la
bones full variables
So it goes
Ima grow
Till
I cant Fit my bones
Heaven knows
I stand in the night like im six feet tall
Or Like im by ya bed
While
projected into people and events in your life today
Oh you think darkness is your ally
You merely adopted the dark
I was born in it
Molded by it
At a young
I use bait to escape
Kill two birds with one cake
In other words I regulate in every move I make
I'm being watched by the jakes so I move like snakes
every behavior to raw data
That's why I don't get caught up in the small matters
I'm graduating and acclimating to boss status
Ultraboost-ed to the clouds
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