Lyrics:
of sinners baby I'm a Cole album
When my album drops, niggas know it'll be a cold album
Negative energy, nigga I can't have it
When I prophesy, feeble minds
aiming for the ceiling floor
Album number 4 I’m just running up the score I can feel it in my core steady creeping in the door
Niggas hate the way I
How ya album doin'?
I'm gettin' cake off of my latest
Anticipated like the iPhone
Respected in any city that I roam
Summertime
Wintertime
try to keep quiet
Till you dropped off your label and your A&R fired
But real niggas like "That's Chino, fuck around, he gonna burn ya"
For real, I'm
the narrative to fit ya plan
Failing phenomenally so ya flee like ya blown by a fan
Then get recognized round for acting stupid and
Nobody cares to help ya
Ya & fuck it if I miss the bar by a mile
Man i'm just speaking my mind
to be back bro
Yeah this album is called 50 Derajat Celsius
50 Celcius Degree
This album is brought to you by
The one and only, G double E
Haha haha
Hah?
inauguration the same time your impeachment
I got a lotta anger, I was hot before your first year
Not your album, but before your momma potty trained ya
I-I
given me to make this album
This album was not done just by me, you've helped me create this form art by
Making me realize new ideas and remembering all
crisis that I'm in
Don't chime in
Front block like a line men
No longer co-sign it
Album two, you'll get what that line meant
Clearing shit up just like my
a case concerned with race
Confirmed by the state I spurn, thus
I raise my freak flag high in every area
The kind that take you to the cemetery, bury ya
Która koncertowała z Liroyem jako Hooligans
By stworzyć później słynne Wzgórze
Ya- Pa-3 scena zaczynała
Się pomalutku budować, imprezy mnożyć jak
Wspomina
made of keys, ounces and pounds (okay)
The keys, ounces and pounds is made from hustlas (yeah)
See how shit come back 'round for ya? (Yeah)
Gotta cop
but somehow I got by
Creflo pray Mike Vick payed bobby brown stray Whitney lost weight
Kimbo Slice on the pad when I write
That Mayweather money
Blow a hole in ya trunk - afraid of us
You know this ain't no game to us, this ain't no game to us
Blow a hole in ya trunk - afraid of us
You know
By way to Overtown and look at this city
Open to Grove and the South Miami
Wedwood Highlear, look Eddie, look 'Bana
Some many ice P-Rhymes rich
a publicity stunt? This should be fun
Last album now 'cause after this you'll be officially done
Eminem killed by Eminem
Matthew Mitchell, bi-, I even have
people to buy
Well how's this for a publicity stunt? This should be fun
Last album now 'cause after this you'll be officially done
Eminem killed by
Ok alright
Hey this song right there
Was off the first album I ever made
It's called Reasonable Doubt
Also was fortunate enough to be
Blessed by
album baby, I came back around
By myself this time, back off the wall
Guns up in the air in the middle of the streets like blak blak blak, welcome
To the top wit my niggas
Pop wit my niggas
Drive by in whips, rock rocks wit my niggas
Break day on the hottest block wit my niggas
Just cause I
[DMX]
album baby, I came back around
By myself this time, back off the wall
Guns up in the air in the middle of the streets like blak blak blak, welcome
job to make sure ya flows come to a stop
Cut your fanbase down make sure ya album's are a flop
Send you straight to the bottom take you from the top
Top
think
If I keep goin' at this rate
I'll be a great next week
Album done in my sleep
I got it done in a week
Been possessed by my old self
Fuckin' with
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