Lyrics:
everything you wanted cause I can't be weak
Yeah baby that's it, do the split
Freak nasty all on my tip
I took it to my DJ fresh on wax
Put it
du vice corrosifs comme la pluie
Ils, nous rendent ill, comme Montréal
Quand on boss pour des bills, pris comme dans une cage
I dont think so with gun
Not feelin' too good myself
Feelin' alright? I'm not feelin' too good now child oh no
Oh take it now babe ah kee p bal lin ', al l ar ound town
Seems I
brake)
Posted in the woods ( woods,woods)
Chillin by a lake ( by a lake)
I don’t Associate ( associate)
Myself with ones that’s fake (with the fake)
This
If you owe me dough then you know you falling asleep, close
Niggas pupils that's what I do, I'm foolish will shoot you
'Cause I'm coo-coo, but I
Sanctify the truth, to renew me everyday
I apply your Holy Word
Is to follow all your ways
Imma hear and a do, I enlighten all
Your laws
Hey,
Tellin your friends I was weak
And you was never makin a sound i'm a king
You can tell by the shape of the crown
I can sling
Ain't no bird-brain makin me
you with it, you done
I'm a keep it a 100, you better get you a gun
Word bond real talk, do my dirt all by my lonely
'Cause them suckas will talk
I
Yow, its Troublemaker yoh
You dig what I'm sayin'!?
The GhoustBeatz (Yow)
[Verse 1: Cardinal Troublemaker]
My verse comes out like a fuckin diarrhea
everything you wanted cause I can't be weak
Yeah baby that's it, do the split
Freak nasty all on my tip
I took it to my DJ fresh on wax
Put it
the best way to the g
Alphabetically I have to lead you through
Since I'm the m-izza I know to watch my p's and q's
Like the emt's but the be-I-z
I rap
School started prepare to get saved by the bell
I heard he a cheater I'm wishing you well
I'm getting money I ain't talking Zelle
Yesterday you took
clowned down
John, Jane Doe, lost and found
Everybody know this young player's about his business
Riches, chickens I pimp, but lickeness
My L.I.P.I
These rappers don't compare to me
Twitter fingers ain't scaring me
Mathematics with a pistol killa
I do trigonometry
Dog about my pedigree
V.I.P it ain't
On the Mississippi Mud.
And what a dance do they do
Lordy, how I'm tellin' you
Why, they don't need no band
They keep time by clappin their hand.
Just
feelings in my heart man it's bubbling
I wish I could trust in you the way that I put trust in me
Seen you do it once or twice, I read about it heavily
In my
late at night
Look at what you're doing, do you think of me sometimes
And when I'm feeling down, I lose all control
Emotions keep coming out, I'm trying
(You Know Harlz Made It)
Look
Rude boy are you dumb?
I told you before don't fuck with my funds
I be on ya phone like run me the P's
Don't ask me for
someone to come seek with
You got to be the one before the other piece fits
Oo Now I'm trynna be her John B
I been looking for a minute hope she finds me
millimeter
The police was comin' I had ta dump the body
But like I said on the city streets I'm John Gotti
When it comes to the gangsta rap shit
I do
the trust-fall game
Bleed myself dry just to get you by
I'll buy you stuff you want (one-sided!)
I don't need a thing, why do you feel like
I'm hiding something?
self just holdin' pies
Implement a plan and and you'll surely rise
Just promised by the man that controls the skies
Don't you see, I know that shit's
Chorus: Notorious B.I.G. (repeat 2X)
I don't wanna live no mo'
Sometimes I hear death knockin at my front do'
I'm livin everyday like a hustle,
It's that time of year again
Y'all gon' be like, "Why this nigga startin' off like that?"
Disrespectful
Rap Up 2019
(Great John on the beat, by
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