Lyrics:
the Harlem struggle,
All in my swagger that's the reason why I got my hustle,
I got the highest stature, Miami diamond flasher,
I got you caught in
can wake up sober
I won't give up on you
No, I can't give up on you
But I, I'll make it one day
You'll see
By, by the sweat, tears, and the blood I
My Crib (Album Version)
Written By Orlane Fernandes
Performed by Staalin
Chorus
My niggas doing it big/ you know what they holding,
Rolling that piff
[Professor X]
Come one, come all. We have the elixir that cures all that ails you
Traveling the four corners of the road. Straight from the well,
Melodically and sonically the best and
Ironically was choir boy MVP
You can't tempt me i used to get head by the
Pews during father franks hour-long homilies
your label shoutin
You couldn't outsell UTFO's reunion album
What could I say to get my point across?
Rap don't need that ass like Large Professor don't
your mamma gotta see you droppin' slowly on a harness
Shit, it might be me next, I really mean it
The reject that you all love, I ain't He-Man
Some
The American Beethoven
Left no mistakes here
But he left his back gate open
That's my favorite part
17 going on 18
Faster then you all could blink
In between it
Everybody knows I'll give my all
To be the fucking best
Maybe this is all in God's plan
Is this his version of a test
Cause if it is
Then I'm gonna fail
Made
you everythin' that I had
I think it's probably one the best albums I wrote, in fact
I remember writin' to it, thinkin' y'all would love how I rap
But
to give you that embarrassment
It's crazy what haters say when creating a narrative
I will flatten 'em all like the apron, no air in it
Media maybe is
word
God, I hate this art form so much
And this album is just getting increasingly incoherent by the minute
And yeah, you're right, we actually put
And these wicked games
I don't feel no shame
All American I’m a reject so imma give you hell
Ain’t no pop shit when shit poker face don’t tell
Ain’t no hocus
mirror
I don't feel no pain
I don't feel no pain
In these wicked games
I don't feel no shame
All American I'm a reject so imma give you hell
Ain't no
Hello
Your album come out soon, and this is all you got
What you mean, all I got?
You don't think this is dope?
Ha ha, this shit sucks
You need
of pride and strength
That's exactly what he's turned into
He'll fight tooth and nail for his family
Give the shirt off his back for a friend in need
And become the best version of myself
That's yet to come
This album tells you my story
In chronological order
And all the songs were
written by me, Matt
They say Ras you a rider?
I reply, "Well hell yeah, I'm a rider"
I give it up for C. Austin
That's the city north of long beach, south western Compton
West coast 'bout to blow up, you scared call the cops
All hell breaks loose when we drop
Alkaholiks hold the title, real American Idols
No chance for
some weed just to handle the stress
My problems I give to God and he'll handle the rest
I'm worried that some of you niggas will never hear this
But
is?
That's right, Macklemore, of course, today has been crazy
Anyway, you ready? We'll give you a hundred thousand dollars
After your album comes out
than anything. We have to take care of our country!
But what grade would you give the Biden Administration?
I think you have to say an F!
I’d give
Never give an eff, but always Meant it Stayed authentic, kept it Reak, y'all know
The deal I'm ill, never Disrespected
Yo, let me cook for a minute Been
heart'll ache either way
Hey, what the hell, what you want me to say?
I won't lie, that I can't deny
I did it all for the nookie (come on)
The nookie
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