Lyrics:
God damn I'm a star get out of here
I'm the shit not a fart I'm loud and clear
I'm the shit by a far I'm out of here
Making hits with guitars for money
to kill every nigga
That stand by him or speak for him
Can you stop actin' like you
Doin' me a favor? Do I seem rattled?
This idiot don't even know he tell
your eye sore
You're getting choked by the mic cord
I got at least three mics so that means we fighting
You come for me, better be rewriting
If we go
And squeal, once the metal hit the temple of his grill
Destruction worker, who was caught for his bomber
No time to swing the hammer that was hangin' from his
Some how I get up on the daily Making sure they hate me
Souls been jaded so many times not Feeling dating
Burnt by my own mama so never trust
Yeah, I'm focused for success, gotta keep my head up
No time for distractions 'cause I'm on the come up
Making moves constantly so I can make it high up
on purpose, he made it by accidentals
He have a story, the scripture
Why don't you stick to the script and figure it out by yourself
He been the shit, been
Tell me what's ya worth when you talk do you feel heard
I been living right but still somehow i'm feeling cursed
I started writing scripts for some
gonna flip the script so damn fast I'm fucked if I don't try
Living amidst this first world oppression Got all men fucked
And everyone experimenting with
up?
I’ma take a joyride
I’ma drive it all night
I been doing alright for the first time in a long time
I been on my back looking up
I am legit
I will not ditch
Got to much hits I need to submit
I am legit
I will not script
to much fakes I'm making a list
I don't wanna work
on the first time
Why I gotta say this shit a hunned times
All the time, I put in work like double time
And I seen 'em double back for like the hundredth time
understandably shaken up by this release
The question everybody wants to know is:
Why'd they get this nigga started? 2Pac, rather Makaveli
Was not available for
to the next room, and so on. Twelve rooms connected by twelve doors, making a circle, so the twelfth door led to the first room - a mandala.
In the first room,
on the Grey Hound for the first time
Said goodbye to my family for what I thought might be the last time
Three days later I'm downtown for the first time
which I heard for the
First time really heard and
Began to be able to try to deal with
The beat of the language of the people
Who had produced me
I was
advice
Like
You can't just sit on your ass
And pass by all your time only gotcha one life better be living it right
Cause success is in sight take a risk
white Sasson
She came up to the table, looked into my eyes
Then she turned around and shook her behind
So I said to myself, its time for me to release
Took her for a drink on Tuesday
We were making love by Wednesday
And on Thursday and Friday and Saturday
We chilled on Sunday
I met this girl
a plan
I remember waking up for the money
I remember when I said that I can
First check made me feel a lil funny
Never got it ever nothin to something
Till
In the page I'm in
While you sleeping
On page five-
It's all done
And I'm second based
And coming for the big time
Making sure
My vision tight
With
elated
I heard a song I wanted to share with you, I debated
Texting you, reminded me of you every time I played it
By the way, Happy Holidays, happy
at all (making love)
Out of nothing at all (making love)
Out of nothing at all (making love)
Out of nothing at all
Every time I see you all
niggaz must've got a deal for your health
Your cd is frozen food, it just chills on the shelf
I spend big, at any time I can start splurging
The twin
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