Lyrics:
you know that I got Mag in (what?)
Ask me am I only rappin', you know I got that bag in (you see it)
Band man like Lonnie (Lonnie), want my head, come
from me
Man, I'm over this, how they grungy when they all take it in the hip?
War, I declare, till Donny air
And I want ¡MAYDAY!, Kaliko, Stevie
when your gang do a whole heap of snitching
It's the remix ignition hot and fresh out of the kitchen
If Shaytan prayed today would he be forgiven?
[Maestro Fresh Wes]
My poetry is black like Jesus
You niggas can't see this, my metaphorical thesis, breezes
Past all you niggas with your silly
believe this shit
This must be all that there is, this must be it
Fuckin'-A, even got a bidet
To wash my ass after I shit with gold toilet paper
and deeper, help ya reach the (uh)
Climax that your man can't make
Call him, tell him you'll be home real late (come on, come on)
Now sing the break, uh
(It's Diggy)
My mama said "don't be afraid babe" (I know you can't believe it, motherfucker)
To shit on all these niggas (Ah ha)
To shit on all these
This the remix
I mean, I ain't really into rims and all that
If I'mma pay five, ten stacks of some D's
It's gonna be some different kind of D's
You
when I’m this space
I need it all
I want it all
I’m tryna ball
If I make a call
Then it’s gone
When it get gone
What you b talking was all
of truth, I'll give you facts right now
Fuck this cypher, my mind ain't on rap right now
So it's fuck metaphors and punches, all the witty shit
Got
don't know myself no more
She used to be the life of the party for true
And now she going out hardly ever
Her man got her in the yard forever
Ferdinand gave thanks to God for victory
And the Pope of Rome and declared this date to forever be
A day of "Thanksgiving" for all European Christians
.. Now
man)
When I'm all alone I need you by my side
Wishin I was next to you
(I got you baby)
Can't get you off of my mind
Wasn't supposed to be your time
and deeper, help ya reach the (uh)
Climax that your man can't make
Call him, tell him you'll be home real late (come on, come on)
Now sing the break, uh
it from the back, let your man munch on you
Baby, that don't mean I don't got a crush on you
Can't stop, won't stop, Bad Boy
Always upgradin' from
to Earth to rock the mike
I got to Earth and started layin' it down
At the jam, on the mike, I could be found
While I was at the jam this one time
Fresh off the UCP tour
See you got girls, but I bet I got one more
Who you know who get girls quite like this, man
My girls cover King Magazine
ha?
You understand, ha?
You ain't gon' cry like a bitch, you gon be a man, ha?
Wherever you stand, ha?
You a paper chaser, you got your block
ha?
You understand, ha?
You ain't gon' cry like a bitch, you gon be a man, ha?
Wherever you stand, ha?
You a paper chaser, you got your block
my head by the sword
For now that I've seen what I need to see
Please take me where I need to be
"What have you learned?" It's better to tell
changed
House full of demo, smoke stuck on the window
Cameras on the microphone, all women and men though
My auntie was a man now, we cool with it
to fill the hole, I offer up this lyric
To anyone that want to hear it
Deep down, I know we'll be all right, but at times I can hardly bear it
I was blessed
doin damage on a 24 track
With confusion to finish my conclusion
Arhytomatic rhymes from a radio cat
You can't take what I got coz I'll be takin it right
to have a conversation
Really think you need some ventilation
Let's talk about you, and me
Ooh I can't believe it
Ooh ooh she all on me, on me
Man
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