Lyrics:
Next album that you hear
The last from me
Feeling hella eager
To be leaving 2020
Yeah
Dead by Dawn, 2021
Coming soon
Album number two
But for now
I guess
more of the latter
Don't take it too personally me myself I'm mad as a hatter
But those who have stuck around
Shout out to ya
I'm exposing more addicts
take what I want
So, you tried to front, hope ya (got yo'self a gun)
You ain't real, hope ya (got yo'self a gun)
My, first album had no famous guest
stu
I locked myself inside this booth
Cut communication with a few
And by the time you hear this shit
I'm workin' album number 2
Like Babyface I get
flow is a virgin, you gettin' fucked by the industry, thanks for ya service
Ridin' my wave like a serpent, the smoke clears and the Psycho emerges
Fuck
pollinated by the "Be"
Pac called it the rose that rose from concrete
How do you define divine that finds street?
"Hip bop," the color of my leaves
Not
shots off?
Fuck where you came up
Fuck how you got it
Fuck ya whole situation
Fuck ya album
Fuck ya plans
Fuck ya niggas
Fuck ya role man
I don't
It's not a game, im not playin'
Baby do ya hear what im sayin'?
If ever you need someone to go to
Someone that holds you
Someone to be by yo side
Baby
around
'Cause the block got it's eyebrows down, ya heard me?
It ain't clean in these streets, it's mean in these streets
Glocks up, hats down, fiends in
even up my sleeve
A million albums sold and it's hard to believe
Well it's true homeboy, it's not a lie
I used to sell tapes on Sunnyside
I used
autographs, spend a gang of G's
While you walkin round broke, nobody knows ya
Lookin' like you smoked a whole sack of doja
Outside in the parking lot in
my first album going hard on diss last one diss last one made diss album in 7 days in my home studio blessed by God to be on diss ride i rode da wave
get me wrong, got four albums, stay consistent
You got a bodyguard, I let my nigga tote the biscuit
Twist ya cap back, you got blood off on ya fur hat
on the grind
And I'm taking my time
I mean, I know you want the album but the outcome gotta be divine
I'm S.H.A.D.O.W. Superior and еverybody know it
Plus I
my homies that be waiting on my albums
And when I’m throwin’ concerts, ya’ll better show up
And show out, for being the reason I pour up
‘Cause when I
and written by, I want those ASCAP plaques
Give you crack by the pound, you can hashtag that, so
Shimmy ya, shimmy ya, shimmy ya, aye
Killing every beat that
indépendamment
Même si y'a des labels qui arrête pas de me caller récemment
Yeah
J'utilise ma chambre comme un studio
Ça fait deux albums que j'drop, maintenant
gone surface
Thirty go by and old money get spent
Thirty go by and you paying they rent
Thirty go by and they watching ya
I need a thirty for thirty
bastard style has just been stuck
By a sticker with a 'frigerator lickin'
What if how's about why would ever thought that
The napalm would bust your
Ghetto's what ya are when ya think that you're fly
But the home girls walk right by
(You're Ghetto)
Ghetto's what ya are when ya think ya got clout
But your
could he be talkin' 'bout?
I been stayin' outta trouble, shit I bin on the couch
You were workin' on the album, I was listenin' now
Then Doug called,
ya
Respected by gee's cos I never tried to be one
But I've been around Dappy and money makers
It's football and music, we'll let the streets take us
your head {*BLAM*}
I got a special guest for y'all
He go by the name of Drag dash, get 'em man!
Guess who's back in your building ya big pimping
Even if I made an album
With a Punjabi hit-squad
Clash me, I'll make you jump like Kris Kross
Make a man know, that I'm not a nimrod
And if you still
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