Lyrics:
the album I deliver
[Verse One]
I threw a Brownstone at Brandy now she's Changing Faces
Standing in my Aaron Hall I'm Blackstreet packin suitcases
Goin back
let go and be whole.
Together let's face our grief head on
We'll honor our loved ones and move on.
Then it's time!
I'll whisper in your ear a tale
It's high voltage you can't shake the shock
Because nobody wants it to stop, check it out
I've been digging in the crates
Ever since I was living in
cnd go to bed at night (Hybrid)
I've been digging into crates ever since I was living in space
Before the rat race, before monkeys had human traits
I
'm a sponge, knowledge, and wisdom I absorb fast
I'm in a class by myself, you do the math
God gave me style, God gave me grace
God give me style, God give
At the Christmas works party 20/12
Sitting in an office by myself
While the karaoke singer sings Adele
What the hell, Christmas used to be fun
mode
You can tell I’m real by looking in my eyes
Equipped with the shield thank God we alive
Maruchan and cold showers made me humble
If I could go back
Palestine in 1940
Not too long before they all were shot
My only link to them is my dad, he knew them, he knew me, now he's gone too
Sometimes I want
that crazy about it?
KW: Oh, yeah they have an issue just
The title and here’s still
A window of opportunity for us
To change it "Oh, well, i don’t want
my fuckin' back
My dopes across the street in the grass when I'm sweatin' the track
Satan worshiper, a thug'll be my profile, read my file
I be
watch us speak it, speak it
'Cause I hope everybody's listening
Ice on my neck is glistening
Like I be cocking Glocks
And hocking shots when I be
Niggas hit the station n sing like karaoke nigga
Catch u I be right at ya neck, just like a choker nigga
I ain't out here lookin 4 rec but don't provoke
don't want to see nothing but A-K from here on out
All you gotta do is put me in, coach
I'ma bring us this chip
Like it or not, it's my time
I'm the man
Lines give me what I write in-this song
The book is now open so let the story be told
I enter through your mind and exit the back of your soul
That
with mad stitches
Your last resting place'll be a ditch kid
No one can stop me, try your style's sloppy
You want to be me, you're just an imitation copy
I should get ready, I’ve gotta meet the girls by eight
I’ve gotta curl my hair and I’ll probably have a drink
I know Haley wants to ride the bull
a hundred handin' me my c-notes
The modern-day Gambino
I'm careful every step I take
You the nigga walk up in a shootout with some pepper spray
That'd be
a hundred handin' me my c-notes
The modern-day Gambino
I'm careful every step I take
You the nigga walk up in a shootout with some pepper spray
That'd be
To be crowd pleaser, a no brainer, what everybody wants to hear
It just takes your mind off of everything while you listen and drink your beer
Just jump
was cunning
Just got a pad out in London
I keep stackin' my money, I need a ladder by summer
AK shots, niggas duckin' stray shots
Been a Top Dawg,
Hmmm
Who it is that you want me to be? I can't be
I can only do me
I can only go where life takes me
Now who it is that you want me to be? I
also
People were like this, started talking about the ghost production
But that's how I got in the game
If it wasn't for that, I wouldn't be here
So
just pull up just to do my own karaoke
When it's Sunday she gon' eat it with a cherry on me
Ain't no wonder I got bitches boy I'm pheromoney
That's
have a lot but we made sumin'
Outta nothin
Now look at yo fine ass
You be vintage
Photo mural
And vinyl
I love it when your record play
Serenaded by
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