Lyrics:
(Why?)
Ever since I left the ho lonely in tears
Ain't no telling what her friends putting up in her ears
Ideas of setting me up I'm not trying to hear
reminds of J. Cole’s album 2014 Forest Hills Drive
He does this same shit too
I guess I, I guess I copied him
Now I see why he did it ‘cause it’s so, it’s
the freedom of these
People by any means necessary
Yeah, new Malcolm X, by any means
I learned from what I seen, had a dream
'Til it turned to a nightmare
at the lowest point of your life
And thats okay
Thats why for this album there is no specific niche
I did not limit this album to one sound bc I don't perceive
All I know is I'm getting distracted by a sext
I need to clear my mind, but I'm not Kurt Cobain
That was pretty far, but you know that I'm insane
We
a violator of the middle school ways
School of hard knocks don't know why she didn't play
How we come so far
How we come so far yeah
How we come so far
How we
That she won tickets to see
The Chili Peppers play
On Ellis Island
And it was for the release
Of their new album
By the Way
And she won the tickets
By
give a fuck about a gold album?
Nigga I really went gold in the streets!
If you wanna keep it hood
Let's keep it hood
But I just showed y
drop two platinum albums in a year like DMX
Keep on living in my light
And let my faith just lead the way
'Cause if I'm taking y'alls advice
I'm
official
Let me tell you when it all started
Game dropped Documentary and
Made plenty enemies
It was a classic album, but prior to that
Guerilla Black
ground ground
Cut up in soul soul by the pound pound
I'm going downtown like Julie Brown I'm the round mound
Not a rebound but like a hound I get
Since knee-high, sippin' Nehi in my Levi's
When y'all was chasing ice cream trucks in your Reeboks
I was in the duck trying to scoop senioritas
California
is just the guy to lead a crew
Right up to your face and diss you
Everyone saw me on the last album cover
Holding a pistol something far from
The force of every man drawn by horse of the caravan
No support for the vagabond
Breaking the fragile bond of our cultural legacy
We land upon a new identity
sees it
It's therapy season!
You want album 3? Then give me a reason!
Why should I bother stressin' again?
Why should I wake up depression again?
Won't
I’m slashing up the track crafted by Pajama Sam
When I see your mom, I’ll offer that slag a mammogram
Trust me, y’all could never bust like this
I hold
ground ground
Cut up in soul soul by the pound pound
I'm going downtown like Julie Brown I'm the round mound
Not a rebound but like a hound I get
the song
I actually did not know that it would get to
The point that grandmothers are
Talking about it
You know? Like why did I give
Them that level
proceed, bumpin' that that Californication, by the Red Hot
Fuck around and then hit 'em with a red dot
Y'all better not me fuckin' with me
Who, him? Yeah,
on this album I just signed ta Diplomat yesterday
What's really good
(I mean, I mean the album is done I mean
You know you on the next joint you on my
Ye
Big Nola
And know what you did I don't gotta point you out
Sitting here just thinking bout how far we let the pain go
Close yo fucking mouth
Ya
refuse, am I trippin' and confused?
Y'all coulda took me off the album but have still have yet to do?
Ah, nah, maybe it's the truth
Had the numbers
If you're dealing war, backwards stay far
We're dealing with truths and rights
Come some more into my sight
Yeah, in London talkin' to Rhetorik
never played fair, yeah
Far from classy, walk real nasty
Talk real sassy, why you frontin'? Come smash me
I can't do it baby-girl, your man might
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