Lyrics:
chains, divided only hustle remains
Makin' sense of it we hustle for change
Revolution ain't a game it's another name, for life fightin'
Someone to stay
stealing
From another so dear
You’re giving me
You’re giving me
You’re giving me
Bad, bad ideas
Bad, bad ideas
Woo-hoo
Woo-hoo
Woo-hoo
yeah yeah
But after I dig out her guts
Yeah
Need your pussy killed by demon dog
Little red riding another lone ass wolf
Grant wish like meseeks then I
‘white’ -the
Suburb voice come through and it’s times
You’ll hear some of that Chicago come through
I’m influenced by all those things
I lived in China
We need to have open discussions
And ideas on unsettled pain
To make myself clear of course I
Know that slaves did not
Get shackled and put
Dialogue: Picture this where it all started was back in Boston, Mass. Some time ago (believe that) and by reopening the doors to all youth a little
Day by day
clways sitting by the sea
Day by day
Looking for the right note
Everyday writing cringy lyrics
Yeah, looking for the perfect melody
It
and
Nigga I'm home on these charts, y'all niggas visitin'
It's Hov tradition, Jeff Gordon of rap
I'm back to claim pole position, holla at ya boy
Get up,
Yo, aye yo, I live by the sun and I'm a' die by the sun.
Can't be livin' by the gun, man I never even held one, but does that make me less
was originally
Scheduled to be released last
Year, but it was pushed back
By Meek's label, Atlantic
After he was sentenced to
Six months in prison
(He
my shoes, made it even worse. I worked in an environment where you're judged by your shoes. You dare not wear scuffed shoes. You dare not wear
to grow taller immediately you know
there is no need to grow taller charlie
there has to another way all of you think together.
Oh yes! Bow bow bow bow
don't have any idea
Looking through, foggy view, wish it was clear
What's Stopping me from breaking through I got an idea
Ive got to pay my dues,
Got ideas out my mind onto the runway
How you feeling, baby? I lie and say "okay"
I keep praying that the future yields a brighter day
But for now it
Yeah
You're so young, you have no idea what the hell you've got into
You're so young, you have no idea what the hell you've got into
You're so busy
of the drugs I'm a hell of a guy
She said I'm too litty, can tell by my eyes
I'm moving forward, don't wanna rewind
Don't wanna money, don't wanna waste time
You
Oh, yes, yes
We're here at Lake Nona Studio
A studio by Jay Betancourt
Lo dije bien, verdad
Le puedes dejar esto
Yes, Yes
Yes, Yes
Mike on the Mic
wrong.
And frankly Mike's right about him being right.
Not only that remember my great idea that Mike had last week?
I love it, we think it's great."
never fled
I ain't worried bout the blood that I bled, or the times that I sacrificed instead
Yeah, uh, I don't believe in destiny, ideas produced by me,
No-one, comin' around, giving
This nigga ideas, he gets
With his niggas and he really do what
I do, and be like 'yo, we need
To, ah man, I need to, we need
. More
I get these ideas that I should write about the world
Widen my horizon
Broaden my view
Travel more to tell more
I get these ideas that art
did it?
How you claim to be a rapper when you don't rap?
You have no tracks
You sound like a white Kodak
Fuck that!
We don't need another one of those
If you could understand i'm just another guy
Trying to make it through
Trying to make it by i keep kicking
But I'm only given so much time
Call me
Bonnie Raitt-Trinkets
(Emory Joseph)
When I was a kid
I had a little record
I played it over and over
Each and every day.
Sung by a man
Named Louie
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