Lyrics:
Don't be fooled by the baby face (uh)
I hope ya not 'cause your thighs got me hot (mmh)
Only one plan, that is to rise to the top (mmh)
I told you
My heart's a stereo
It beats for you, so listen close
Hear my thoughts in every no-o-ote
Make me your radio (Yeah)
Turn me up when you feel low (Turn
Isle y'all, longevity sustainin' my celebrity status
From AM to PM, you see him on file y'all
I was told to step righteous, so when it's done
Everyone
prone to static
Come through the jam and wreck the mic by force of habit
Tantalizin' make you feel good like cryin'
I can't be dissed so you can stop
felt that free for so long
That bitch put me through hell
Respectfully, but I'm still
Salty 'bout those two years
Rather went through that by myself
'Till those hopes are just so much popcorn
For the pigeons beneath the 'L' tracks to eat"
He said, "You know, I'll never see Wrigley Field anymore
we stuck
And we got no food, what the RADIO EDIT
Starvin'
Goin' crazy
MC Cribaldo lookin' tasty
And I got a knife...
Uh oh shouldn't mess with me
I
a kid, my mama used to tell me..
Don't be So Bad, don't be So Bad, don't be So Bad
When I was a kid, my mama used to tell me..
Don't you be So Bad, don't
you have right now?
WEST: Well, influence isn't my definition of
Success it's a
By-product of my creativity i just
Want to create more i would be
Fine
just wanna read between the lines, where the details
I told you I win whenever he fails
She says he says- I don't ask when unless its Wednesday
Y'all be
ehhhh
I'm all n da mix - I'm on the radio all n da mix
I'ma keep you with the hits
I'ma keep you with the fix, i'ma whip it in da mix, i'ma keep you
to remind you
Just who was who, your voodoo
Planted by a lens that was stuck inside you
Today the world was so heavy
I had to take a little toke for brevity
Hannah Montana told me, "life's what you make it"
So I thought, "what do I wanna make of life?"
I wanna get on stage, do the hip hop hooray
Plus
a visit
Talkin' bout "I'm pregnant by some other nigga"
Beef is high blood pressure and bad credit
Need a loan for your home and you're too broke to get
Dreams she get so keen
She cause that scene
She count that green
You know what mean
By God's Grace I know these things eyy
Low self esteem tryna put
That's right y'all, the K double-O L, K-E-I-T-H (South Bronx)
I'm in here, I'm a let you know (I started rappin')
I can tell you can't rap, look
West
What up
How are you?
I'm awesome
I know you're doing a ton
Of interviews right now, this
Is the first time you've been to Amp radio
So I have
the line when they told me how to write my lines
So I'd to work out my angles with no cosign
And the music never got on the stereo
With no radio edit, who
Russell wearing every ring, yeah
I wouldn't say it if I didn't mean it
Fuck it, I ain't gotta say it, you can tell by my demeanor, let's go
They will
(clean - Radio Edit)
intro: was it something that i did
You forgot
What we talked about
That time we said out loud
Some shit we never told no one
You
it
And she needed a reason
Told her get by the mic
And start dreamin
She yelled its not even easy
I make it seem so easy
Told her just breathe and turn
Don't be fooled by the baby face (uh)
I hope ya not 'cause your thighs got me hot (mmh)
Only one plan, that is to rise to the top (mmh)
I told you
Berner what up nigga
It's that Urban Farmer shit
It's that drivin' slow in a fast car
Burnin' weed
A zip underneath the seat
Uh
I'm, drinkin'
myself just told myself:
"You're the motherfucking man, you don't need no help"
Cashing checks and I’m bigging up my chest
Y'all keep talking ‘bout who
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