Lyrics:
'm the finalist, shinin' like a rugged amethyst
And at your music conference, I'm the panelist
Listen close to my poetry, I examine this
Like an analyst, to see
'm the finalist, shinin' like a rugged amethyst
And at your music conference, I'm the panelist
Listen close to my poetry, I examine this
Like an analyst, to see
a chump
Timberland trample you, we sip Remmy, ma
Every day I dey work on my music
Many guys dem dey see me dem dey feel me
When I walk by dem wanna see me
Children kidnapped by cell phone screens
Snapchatting about DM's with porno queens
To Chippendale rap so I've got a Buck 'em with my sixteens
Thou shall not
Just play my music
cnd I'll be by your side
Baby don't cry
We all gon die as long as time goes by
Try to consider your folks like a goldmine
Beware
This is that freedom rap music that Punch back music
That read the Constitution know your rights for you lose it
That every Black man should own
fantasies I know this is irrelevant
I'd like to get my girl a ring just from the sale of this
Until 99.1 has me on repeat
I'd gladly give away this soul
got some real shit
Trying to be like $hort motherfucker, you know what I'm saying?
Dangerous Music got some mack shit for your ass, boy
Fuck him up,
I get into all that
Girl I perform for you, like a pornostar
Till you had enough then I just need a lil' bit more
New music new mood new position
and Your Grace
They like me, forget about the color I might be
It's likely they just like me
We different but the same we covered by the blood
what
Come Mr. DJ won't you turn the music up
It goes one by one even two by two
Everybody on the floor let me show you how we do
Lets go dip it low
on the dance floor, actin' naughty
Your hands around my waist just let the music play
We're hand in hand, chest to chest, and now we're face to face
I wanna take
on the dance floor, actin' naughty
Your hands around my waist just let the music play
We're hand in hand, chest to chest, and now we're face to face
I wanna
that's close, plotted on by the ones you love the most
Talked about bad in a public post, yeah, they do me bad, I ain't foldin', though
My music give real
'll line your ass up, push your tape backwards (bah)
'Cause I'm a real nigga and I don't like rappers (fake-ass niggas)
And that ain't this (nah), and this
music
I see the world through a street’s eye view
Living a street life like the Connel I’m streetwise too
I’m the street’s hope
And at least most emcee’s
the dreams of people in bed sleepin'
Come on and vibe with Bamboo on this ride
Let the music cling to your body like cat hair
Come on and chill with us up
the game came in the game)
Like the music but don't know the name (Gotta remember the name)
Teach my lyrics on the stage (I'm tryna give you some knowledge)
like a Faygo
But I had killers all on my payroll
Watch how I move, just like it Rayon
64 Chainz, just like a Crayon
I bought a hat, one with
write it in bold letters
They love a nigga's spirit like Pac at the Coachella
They said Pusha ain't fit with the umbrella
But I was good with the Yay'
M-E-L-O-D-I-E on the mic check
Well I'm up in your face like the wind from a blizzard
Got my wrap around your throat, like you're chokin on a gizzard
If
'm the finalist, shinin' like a rugged amethyst
And at your music conference, I'm the panelist
Listen close to my poetry, I examine this
Like an analyst, to see
follow your heart
You're not a mistake
God made you for me
This is true, I'm for you, it's destiny
Music lives on like Tupac and Biggie
My heart is
I had shown a great acumen for playing music by ear. My father bought me a small keyboard that was maybe like one or two, maybe three octaves. And I
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