Lyrics:
a spaceship?
Cherry on the paint, you can taste it
Cruising through the stars we ain't racing
Don't you ever let 'em tell you this shit basic
Have you ever
couldn't have that
But you could of told me before the thirty-two bars
But fuck you nigga that's how you are
And about my birthday I told your bitch ass
It's
journey, you're the journal, I'm the journalist
Am I eternal or an eternalist?
I'm about to flow long as I can possibly go
Keep you movin' 'cause
told my boss about my plan
And said I want to be my own man
Ayo I know you put me on, but yo I gotta quit
I want my own shit
The scenerio became a tear
around and have to make up
Nigga say what
You don't know Mayzin
You crazy I thought you had heard him by now
He making these statements and moving wit
from down home.
This young man has never been north before.
I want you to listen to me, I got something to tell
You.
He heard about Chicago.
He
While I'm bumming you'll be missin
Can't tell me that you solid
Yo actions go against it
Knew I had to be a artist
By the way I draw attention
What you
Hockey pucks all on my wrist, you know I love to skate
Watch yo mouth before you slip and get me all irate
Pull yo card and have my bro's come take you
How about i make it clear right now
I'm the rapper of the year right now
I don't really wanna go and give up the title
But you only ever heard of godly
Just point out the bounce
Yes, just point out the bounce nigga
Yo, listen
Rumor has it "The Blueprint" classic
Couldn't even be stopped by Bin
at night
A lot of people might laugh at this
But fuck 'em they don't know the half of it
Ain't no sunshine when you're low
I'm low
People tell me
My nigga, do you have a gas can?
(The fuck I'm gonna do with a gas can, nah
Nigga what?)
It's just been a long ass day, man
All I need is a gas can
brother
I can't split these racks with another
Tell me what you said about FENDI
Tell me what you said about FENDI
I'ma beat yo ass about FENDI
I'ma beat yo
sorry
Niggaz know they sorry fo' that too
But it's all gravy
Can't strip ‘em
Ya heard me?
We laying it down
And it ain't no secret
You need to get yo' own
on the floor dead
You gased, the only thing that's big about you is your forehead
I'm fed up with all the things about you and I just heard one tune
And you
world needs
So give me your ears cause you don't even need em
You haven't heard a word I said so now I'm gonna eat em
My apologies compliments to the chef
suit
Now you lookin' at me like, 'What's a hazmat suit?'
Somethin' used to move a body, you don't have that loop
Let's talk about trust
I told you not
better get it if you ain't ready for war
Heard the n****s want to put me in the cut
For the n****s who want to kill me man I wish 'em best of luck
I ain't
son
Not picking up
So I give no fucks
Do it all by myself
Heard you need some help and
I thought that was tough
It's been so rough
Still, it's fuck you
like when Obama get in
Missiles aimed at yo' building
Like Osama livin
"Fuck 'em all" is what I'm
Screamin from that Mase' seat
(How About Some Hardcore)
I don't give a fuck about hoes i want money
These bitches be lying aint loyal or funny
I heard you want smoke but you actin real funny
Pull up in
love you
You sound like a richie-bitch, yo, FUCK YOU!!!
But if I did, I'd probably show you that I care
By taking all these other motherfuckers outta
a sound
I'm not sure if what I'ma tell you, you heard before
But if so, I'm probably saying it wrong
Cause if I wasn't, then maybe you wouldn't
his ass
You can have her
(You can have her)
Just rollin by the Playboy Mansion...
[ VERSE 3 ]
I got me a, I got me a, I got me a, I got me a
Young
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