Lyrics:
drops
I'm kickin' down the door-crushed cool box
Rockin' the bells like a madman
Dissin', event-flippin' the script-but then I made my first $50,000
this rap money ain't as
Quick as I supposed
And I'm indulged in this life I chose
Posing kinds and spending all your
Time inside a studio
When I'm making
Good stuff!
Now, what can I say? You lot... you lot want to know a little story, something sort of about the time we were
making this Powerslave album.
script I feel like a manager
I need to push all my golds I'm not a scavenger I'm not a scavenger
But you Know I'm a manager
Pressure is too high making me
go beast mode
For the first time in a long time, here we go
Could this be the return of a legend in the making
I can hear them in the background
my nigga thuggas do spray rounds
Back off lil nigga I'll take you to the ranging park then for sure my nigga imma pull that trigger
The same time
many fish in the sea to be fighting for shit that I get by the threes
Yeah
Alright I'm back to work and my overtime
My nine to five and my five to nine
the script
Stupid lil' bitch, we sipping on 'script
I ain't got time for you and your lip
Talking down on me, down this ditch
Way too impatient for all that
land
Cause justice has been banned
So it's play dirty or die by the hand
That's holding all the guns
Plunged, deep into religion was my first
beauty (By her beauty)
Making magic like the movies
Time to film the nude scene
Don't know what I'm doing (Na-na-na-na)
Yeah, it was love at first sight
hunnies wearing silk robes
Time to flip the script, bust the whip
Legend with the chip, dark blue with my trunk dipped
To the feds, catch me if you can
I'm
and rejected his offer for treasure
Didn't feed him any thing give him anything
Can be sporadic
A fanatic when it comes to making music that matters
It hits like
It's above me now
What you thinking bout
What you thought I'd do
Be a fool for you
Baby, no can do
I'm so through with you
And all this wasted time
you
for the first time
And Noah became the first known to ???? the soil, the first person to make em drink wine
The world spoke one language, it was
And another full of chips
Saddle up, we're cashin' in
Welcome to the Strip, step into an oasis
We don't got no script for
What goes down in Vegas
This ain't no
making my life
Hustle hustle with patience
First I lay my foundation
Raised in that Red Clay
In the streets I use to play
Til I seen it wasn't no game
My
they know my past
People change the script I guess I'm in a movie Cast
I knew my time was coming but I had to move it fast
Secure the bag, Flirting with
the soul I can’t skip no steps
Ain’t no better time than now niggas come around like how laid things brick by brick never sick had to be the shift what’s
bitch
Matter fact I’ll put it in a casket
Had too much potential for that shit
Stay away from that time
When the Glock roam
Keep eyes on your spot
When
Hieronomous Bosch got the third panel right
That misogynistic villainy is making me sick
When it comes to the script
I think it's time for a flip
Of the cream
Before I snitch on my clique, I'll fry
Or watch time go by
Niggas want to steal slabs, and dib or dab
In the posse, who steals from the hands that feed
confusion
Missing and making the grade
The very first time I must confess
I thought you'd be like all of the rest
And we'd be strangers once again
By
million ways to die, I'll choose for you
I live by the gun when you try to move on me
I stick to the script, sometimes I'm too loyal
I step away, get
dollars and cents
Wallet so fat that it Making no sense
Used to scrape by just to pay for my rent,
Now I pay for my rents - here lemme pay my respects
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