Lyrics:
and shifty, quickly call Swifty
To do a drive-by on the tenth speed with 50
Ya feelin' lucky? Squeeze
I catch you outside of Chuck E. Cheese
With your seed,
Consider me the clothes on your back and a warm meal
Who knows, this might just get you a deal
And the day that your album go on sale for the first hour
Just
hip-hop, the most unknown underground MC
This in one year is my 10th album rap I ain't following your top rapstars,
I ain't signing any deal
Selling
sister be the first one to get smoked
Then I grab your grandma by her weave hair
And whip her old ass with that wooden leg she wear
I'm from the bloody
nahmean?
And if you don't know then just open your minds and your ears
And feel this shit
She keep tellin' me, tellin' me
If you were worried 'bout
your ear
Like when niggas buss they thing in the air
Rappers feel they ain't making what they need to survive
This for them niggas who got deals and sell
it's Jonny hanging by his neck all those metal
Albums have led him to his death
Now it's time for parents to open ears and listen maybe it's too late
made 'for you by you'
Every hip-hop nigga listen and wishing he had your style
To go against you if you rip him and pass him by (yeah)
A mastermind is
Covers, videos and all that shit
Fuck you post-Drake-ass cliche-jerking, LA-Slauson rapping
Fuck-nigga-ass Hypebeast niggas, now back to the album
guns on me
Get down and dirty, all by my lonely
I leave your brains on your block all around your homies
Live by the code of honor, stay holdin' armor
I knew you was jealous from the day that I met you
I upset you, 'cause I get respect, I bet you
I'm even liked better by your niece and nephew
album does him wonders
"Okay but" is clouted no matter his matter tons of numbers
I get consumed by the greed and then become a dad or plumber
No job
everyday
Welcome to my world yours and mine
It's just written down in a rhyme rhythm
For your ears to capture
We 'bout to clearly snatch up the crown
by a Mack truck
And don't come around forty and front and get tapped up
Cracked up, can't wait 'till this album is wrapped up
I'mma take you
an album
If you didn't hear your name well… Too Bad…
up
Do work, treat rap like a ripped skirt
Sow it up, rep your hood, nigga, throw it up
You'd been standing by my side for years
Sold out concerts,
see – my vision is clear
Van Gogh – just gimme your ear, chea
I’ma put on a show
Baby, gimme Van Gogh
That’s all I need, that’s all I need
Impeccable
Who possessed you to do that? Who programmed - that shit sound wack
Unplug your mic
You motherfuckers rap under a bunch of fuckin hype
Programmed by
Your naked soul plugs its ears
Walled in for so many years (fraud, lies)
voices would bring down (fools, lost in) the sky
So why go on?
Forever
only work in mania
If you in my proximity, I'm gonna murder your album's release date
All of them praying I retire
What I got in my notes app could feed
But your albums trash from the skit to the covers
I tear the plastic off and use it for a rubber (I'm)
(L) I'm the G.O.A.T. I just ball a lot (L)
and I work for the poor
Now tomorrow you can say you saw
KRS-One stompin' once more
I play by ear, I love to steer
The Alfa Romeo from here to there
the pace
Start falling behind
And tryna catch up isn't working at all
What's next for me
What's going to album once this album drops
Will it reach your ears
You should watch your mouth lil homie or I'll get you hit
If you don’t wanna hear my story, then just plug your ears
Late at night, took a life, left
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