Lyrics:
never felt alive
But how can I quit when these bills won't go away
And these Amscot advances gotta end up getting paid
It's funny how a sure thing can
gotta really repent
I told my momma ain't comin' without a brick
I put that s*** on my dad
If you got a plan homie
Just make it work homie
Your friends
albums, I got a row of ducks
When my dad was twenty-two, dog, he drove a truck
January in Detroit, it's cold as fuck
You know it's tough
But I came this
cheat, gotta steal
Gotta kill just to get by
I smoke emcees to get high while perceivin the lies
Sayin my drive is all wrong, but at least I can ride
Yeah
Back at it again, Closet Chronicles, you know what I'm saying
Maybe I should name my album Closet Chronic
I don't know
I'll figure it out
Just
Dreams are coming
And it’s coming very soon
Album Mode on reboot
We’re on our way to the moon
It’s only been a minute, but it only been a month
Album
even if I gotta
Fuck, suck and swallow in the parking lot
Gonzales Park, I'm followed by a married man, a father of three
My titties bounce
the new version of Biggie
BIG tell Stacks he wasn't lyin
I really get busy (You heard Diddy?)
I be listenin like damn I said that?!
I should be
the new version of Biggie
BIG tell Stacks he wasn't lyin
I really get busy (You heard Diddy?)
I be listenin like damn I said that?!
I should be
a time frame where it's all big business
We gotta understand that the young niggas is runnin big business
This is how we gon do it , check it out
[Busta
convincing
Collection of stories all bound in one album
They say it produce the most astounding of outcomes
From Ishtar to dystopian versions of homeland
All
might
Putting in work from the light to the night
Gotta lotta boys and I gotta lotta dogs
If you ain't gon' fight, then they aint gon' bite
If we
Gotta bounce back, u gotta ride it up
Gotta bounce back, u gotta lift u up
Gotta bounce back, u gotta ride it up
Gotta bounce back, u gotta lift u up
Okay
[Chorus]
(I'm comin'.)
How ya comin', baby?
(I'm comin'.)
This is how I'm comin'.
The album that I'm comin' with is rough, the flavor's mean.
damn kids love Weezy
You gotta love the nigga just because other nigga
And I don't love other niggas
But I love other niggas bitches
I love 20-inches
dozens of Christmas songs during my time with the Failure Club. Songs, they just came so easily to me. They just poured out. And by the first year of being
Hospital flow, need more gauze
I think when they don't understand
Something they gotta compare
It to something to make
Themselves feel comfortable
stop what I'm doin' 'less it's urgent (who?)
I got a Lamb' truck, new version (skrrt)
You gotta sign up if you purging (gang)
You a street nigga tryna
petals at my feet, man
They want to spoil me, treating me like royalty (woo)
What I'm supposed to do? It's such a sweet thing
Work that track, whip 'em
on thanking yall
2020 all my friends are coughing
Family's closer
So no pussy popping
Dropped an album
Gotta a lotta hype
So talented shit is tight
'Came
(you won't)
You don't wake up in the
Morning wishing it was
Pouring just so you don't gotta go to work
Even though you can't afford it
You be working
alive
But I only like dead rappers
Compare me to the best rappers who died
And you rappers I used to look up to
I gotta cancel you now
Like Simon
no drive-by's
We walked over
COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas
okay
I gotta hit the spot looking fly
I wanna watch the OG thugs roll by
Find a little venom and gettin' 'em low cut
Not too much, just enough to wake
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