Lyrics:
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
before Google mutes you
I am O'hene, the cyberspace prophet
404 era of terror can't stop it
Why hack? I just hijack your server
My apps attack Mac Pros
boy that Flyer
In my wake em up attire
Fringes on my entire garment
Border supplier
The kingdom is for the taking
But not by observation
Y'all Levites,
in it
You see they diss us, but they ain't hate us
They wanna say my name in a lyric
You make an album to show your talent
But instead
Ghetts made
livres ça écrase les moustiques (bzz)
Un doigt dans l'engrenage puis j'rentre au bercail
C't'album y'a mille mains un peu comme les Hentais (mais nan)
Cet
beautifully articulated
Demonstrated by the never faded strong facial feature
of the teacher, I am the teacher, you can check it
The styles they're
of singles based on consumption
Because you guys don't consume full albums anymore
Y'all consume, like, two songs and then the other ten songs, nobody streams
cause I’m a glitch in the matrix
This is not my home so that’s why I can’t date no sleep people
Even if your awoke at this point I don’t know if I can
Ahem
I'd like to welcome y'all out
To the well-anticipated
Well-rejuvenated
Album mode of DJ Drama
Oh, yeah
I'm really like that
I
me (huh?)
Still can't cover up the fact
Your last four albums is as bad as your selfie
Now tell me, what do you stand for? (what?)
I know you can't
back from my classes
Or at Quals or at Little 5
But then every other time he was always by your side
I knew that something had clicked
And I was
we're wrong?
Has our young courage faded?
Shots were fired on the street
By the church where we used to meet
Angel down, angel down
Why do people just
steady paying the bills
I been working on the double
Tryna climb the ropes
Why you gave up on your
Dreams a long time ago?
Work five days in a row (you
your eyes is towards me
Oh excuse, you just took the scent of broccoli
Broccoli broccoli broccoli
Thc up in my broccoli
Lil nigga why the fuck your eyes
do I entertain y'all with my disrespect?
Respectfully (Great John on the beat, by the way)
Lil Nas X gon' catch AIDS and die like Eazy-E (he is)
her know this is how it goes
Say what's on your mind, now she knows
Some of y'all ladies need to check your man
For acting like a bitch every time he
Your Leisure was incredible
This year at the Grammy was one for the ages
Tell me why you always amaze us every time you on stages
Now, I appreciate
right now
Even though this helps me to sort my goals by priority
The time it will take me to finish my goals is not guaranteed
On top of that new
will get you by tonight
Just a little push `n` you`ll be smilin`
La da da, Oh yeah, yeah
So you play your albums and you smoke your pot
And you
it time and soon
I'll figure it out
See I ain't a saint
But I'm trying it out
Ooooooooooo
Ain't crying out no more
like I need your help
I'm goner get
had some goals that I had to defend, yeah
If you really a shooter, why talk on computers, my nigga let's link then
They say they want beef then when I
throw up your hands and drop your mic
'Cause I'll go third, and he'll go fourth
By the fifth you're dissed cause you lost
Six is your beat down,
turning in my album
Get amnesia when they ask "who you got your style from?"
You niggas make me laugh 'til I cry
Scared to use your voice, so all you
reporters
Start a lawsuit, I'll kill your lawyers
Fuck the soft shit and fuck what y'all think
My album's gold cause my album was the bomb, shit
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