Lyrics:
to reach my full potential
I want to buy enough cars that I never need a rental
Moonwalk like Michael Jackson, my life has been a thriller
Everyday I get
of mess in my life
But wait, you of age, you old too
I control my emotions, yours control you
You bright enough to know when you get impulsive
For me,
Aint no stopping til we all fine
Dont stop Dont stop Beat the odds my nigga
Dont stop Dont stop Dont stop Dont stop
Dont stop Dont stop
Fuck the law my
the rappers don't deserve it
They only make it 'cause it sales but it's imperfect
Shout out to the producers that don't get enough credit
All these niggas
watchin' the industry try and ho you
Asian Doll talkin', but shawty, I don't know you
I never met you, nor have I heard a song
And nor have I seen
Wolves, I know you heard of us, we're murderous
And young enough to get the fucking priest to come and flirt with us
You niggas rap about fucking bitches
the baby boom has come of age, we'll work it out
I told my brothers don't you ask me for no favors
I'm conditioned by the system, don't you talk to me,
propelling
You know I am not gon stop
I don't need no single
Like I'm only serving 20 rocks
No change
I won't Change
Fat drill
No bass
three tits?????
go head
shadë business
Chorus
[pmd]
Enough with all the he say she say and nosy neighbors
You wanna do me a favor? don't do me no favors
Cause nowadays "niggaz
bullets big enough
To murder a giant
I’ll aim right at my idol
If I don’t get a fight at the title
Rewriting the stories
Right out the Bible
Dear father
're really feeling froggish, leap
Yo Slim, you gon' let him get away with that?
He tried to play you, you can't let him 'scape with that
Man, I hate this
Michael Jackson bad with the big bag
Big bank take little bank throw it in the bag
If you got a main man I can't be on the bench bitch
I don't mess with
numbers, I turn you and your crew into two plumbers
Translation, get your shit together and pipe down
Fuck a mic, I don't write, I chew and spit
I'll
And if you looking for me, you can catch me in my hood
Just doing my thing, got the ring bling, don't get it misunderstood
Nicolette, LL, on the same
isn't me, who would cast the message
In the mirror, Michael Jackson said you would have to get it
Who am I to disagree, truth is I just miss the king
I
! I've heard enough crap from all of you!
Why don't I come down there and show you what a real star can do?
I swoop low with the telephoto, no Bruckheimer,
the baby boom has come of age, we'll work it out
I told my brothers don't you ask me for no favors
I'm conditioned by the system, don't you talk to me,
call me by name
Billie Jean is not my son
Roll out
Sixty five k yeah it's sold out
Pull up to the party
You don't dance unless you know how
Woah now
If Michael Jackson came alive right now
He'd ask you to smoke one for him
So in his honor
You niggas Spud Webb, coming up short
Think you're Dee
Tower
Every single got a jingle, I make you watch for an hour
While I do my thang, levitatin' like David Blaine
Watch me rise out of the dirt like D
kids packs
Pennies whippin' wrists it ain't no cap
Niggas know on the map
Niggas know we put them racks on your head
All fun and games 'til a nigga get
am I? You should know that (Know that)
Kimchi in my hand 'cause the flow slap (Slap)
Switch up the cadence, don't tell me you hate it
My drip is so wet
hungry check their appetite (Outta sight)
Niggas get it twisted acting really sleight
On some Michael Jackson syndromes
Cause they went from black to white
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin
My music keeps you movin, what are you provin?
You know that I'm two levels above you baby
Hug
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