Lyrics:
"I think you'll find, sir, that there will come a time
When black people wake up
And become intellectually independent enough
To think for
Say I won't go drop a double album, and rap double time on all dub-step
Got no producers, just me rockin' over beatboxin' by Dougie Fresh
Say I won't
that I have to keep it a stack
My last album dropped now where you at
My last fifty went into a pack
Now where all the bitches be at
Feeling so scrub,
I’m on that album shit, bitch
Got my nigga Philthy up in this motherfucker
(Got my nigga Philthy up in here) what up?
(What up?) j Stalin
Chill shit
a publicity stunt? This should be fun
Last album now 'cause after this you'll be officially done
Eminem killed by Eminem
Matthew Mitchell, bi-, I even have
rotten
And the way you played him, same shit you did to me, cold
Have you any idea the shit I've gone through?
Feelings I harbor? All this pent-up
my notebook
Reason why the shows lit
Reason why I'm always on album mode
I gotta get the flows in
Unloading all my burdens
Forever on my toes like
intercourse with a pen
Cumming on a notebook call that shit lyrics
I be going hard muthafuckas gotta feel it
When I hit the studio I be pouring out my feelings
exclaimed
"Sic semper tyrannis"
Daily dabble in the deleterious
I'm Britney with the clippers
Don't tell me to chill 'cause I ain't hearing it
Black king—bury
'm feeling strong enough or probably can roof niggas
Yeah, ya boy back in the booth nigga
I'm off the weed but I'm back on my juice nigga
I beat the case so
elegance, so infinite
Now I'm feeling crossed eyed and discombobulated
On how I made it to this point from when I was a baby
I guess that's the repercussions
decay
But I still hope that my album will get a few plays
I'll get by, taking this day by day
But if I die, just know you'll be okay
All I've ever done
Me and my nigga is on some go gettas
You can catch me on the track
And you know I'm going gorillas
Fuck you and your feelings I'm
Just chasing down
it's trouble, he steps outside his bubble
Emotions doubled
Haunts him just by the step of a puddle
I'll be damned, honestly wish I could say he was
blinded by the pain
That I got up all inside
Been a victim to ways
Boy that traffic, It ain't light
Said I can't really escape
From the killers in my mind
thoughts by my window
In a black dress
Death chillin in da corner wit
A blunt lit
Planning on my death
They gonna kill me for da sun set
Gotta get it how u
and a dream
I ain't scared to grind I'm finna eat by any means
Before they strip my life away, I'm finna make it rain
Used to hurt my feelings, now I'm bout
alarm today
I'm that bin lading boi I'll bomb the state
I ain't come to stay I gotta post bond today
2 million in the bag, I ain't wanna brag
You
into the deep end
By unpopular demand
But what I been through’s what I wrote through
I cuss, fuss, but courteous as fuck when I approach you
This album's
Hot pink, Valentine red
Black balloons, over my head
Let it float, let it float, let it float
Let it float
Let it float, let it float by me
Let it
You'll still see me
I go forward right by 3 3 3
I'm Jamie, don't watch J M E
I do what I want, I'm free free free
Wiley's my bredrin, he's got an album
lading boy I'll bomb the state
I ain't come to stay I gotta post bond today
2 million in the bag, I ain't wanna brag
You don't know the feeling when
droppin?
the place is packed many faces
of some I know and some know me from buyin cases
cash stack shorty peepin
Is she Puerto Rican or half black
I’m black
I’m black
My skin don’t crack
My men don’t rat
I’m saved by grace
No room to brag
I came from rags
I walked in and secured the bag
Ahhh man
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