Lyrics:
somewhere/
i get emotional on instrumental/yea/ thats my forte/ i opened up my soul and put it on a LP/ ha/
i use this time for reflection/ I ask the Lord
to let go
I need an upgrade (An upgrade)
To life, version, revision, version, vision
2.0… 0… 0… 0… 0… 0… 0… 0
Day after day, time goes by
Year after year,
Dig your own grave then you gone lay it nigga
Original killer I been with them niggas, yeah
Can't sleep till I get em
Mind of a Driller, yeah
Round
Go back to Jerz and smoke with Diezel Don
Huh, pick up a bag from my block, two-oh's the number
Who can get swift with the microphone mist
Plus
Shit, I'm a changed man
Ayy, turn the lights out
Big baller 2Pac up in this bitch
You know how we swing this shit, look
By age sixteen I sold
hands up in plastic bags
On stage like a savage goin' mad
What? Yeah yeah, so!
Yeah, by all means you know you gotta put Queens on it
Put cream
yo' ho
Hol' on hol' up wait no they
Don't go they fucked the GOAT
(Brr) hello hello hello hello
I fucked yo' bae
Just like Jodeci she tryna stay I said
riches are wow, make you shit your briches
My bitches are wow, make you wish to get it
My thoinkies are loud, I break down a pound
It's smelled by
I'm legit
See me, I'm the shit
LP harder hit
OP over it
NPC I'm not it
OMG that's the clip
Pass the glass and ask for passion
Action passing by
you wanna change plans you can be by my side
Who am I? Who am I?
Oh
Who are you? Who are you?
Lookin for this version of me
Ohh
A lot women acting
It's like I'm in the dirt, digging up old hurt
Tried everything to get my mind off you, it won't work
All it takes is one song on the radio, you're
It's like I'm in the dirt, digging up old hurt
Tried everything to get my mind off you, it won't work
All it takes is one song on the radio, you're
say what up, we may get to hook up on Friday
I heard you got the bomb to make his actin' dumb
I kinda think I wanna hit it like a snare drum
What I
fit twelve up in the bedroom
Imagine what they stash is like, make you a classic like
my first LP, beef with me is unhealthy
Fuck around and get
fit twelve up in the bedroom
Imagine what they stash is like, make you a classic like
My first LP, beef with me is unhealthy
Fuck around and get
fit twelve up in the bedroom
Imagine what they stash is like, make you a classic like
My first LP, beef with me is unhealthy
Fuck around and get
Everyone claim they the goat
Guess I'm a lion
I'm flying
No lying
No cap
When I rap
First LP, the shit had 7 tracks
And all off them slap
Time only
a superior version of
The previous week's installment
But ain't it all the same? (pretty much)
Yet I comfort myself at night with
Transmission by
style up
Combining the timing assigning syllables that pile up
Acquired cognition got higher vision focus wider
No superstition, magician, religion
Now you're talking to a version of the cold me
Off of something while the strangers get to know me
Take it away, let it go
Let me know
Take that
know that I rip it
All I need is a minute
Get up in it and leave it obliterated
And you want to test me?
You're fucking with a killer, bitch
"Ripper"
see her in silhouette
Than get another version of these
Uptown girls, with the arrogance
I gotta put em on freeze
If autumn is coming then let her come
Sandwiches for Breakfast
Sayin ooh your this and oooh your that uh uh uh hold up cutie
What's your favorite song off that L.P.
"Ah, Wax that Booty"
them 3, to come up here wit me
So I can put em where they 'pose to be
One at the head, one in the middle
And one down by my feet, she keep ticklin'
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