Lyrics:
Uh-uhh, uh-huh-uh-uhh, uh-uhh
Uh-huh-UHH
Yo.. career crook, nobody rap Brooklyn like me
Jigga-Man, Volume 3, I'm back lookin like me
Stop the presses, baby
family
Did the same thing to Grams
I'll never forgive myself for knowing who I really am
I lie every time I say I'm doing the best I can
Always making sure
seemed so tempting
This my redemption
By my skeleton the ocean with my ships wreckage
And I know where this goes
Bitch on the phone she won't stop asking
This beat ain't have drums cause ideas I ain't have none
IKEA's probably gonna be the place I buy my bath tub
If I make it, I'll get it from the same
They thinkin' it's drug-related
Gotta weigh on you niggas
All on the radio with the beef
Got 'em sweatin' like they was Keith
And it's never gonna be
be long gone and I never
Will appear in you're life no more
So gimme 'bout a year
Turn on the radio and I'll be
All that you can hear
And you'll be mad
whatever you like
Boy, you want my body, wanna ride it like a Harley
Once or twice around the block
I bet I'll have you saying whoa, whoa!
First stop
whatever you like
Boy, you want my body, wanna ride it like a Harley
Once or twice around the block
I bet I'll have you saying whoa, whoa!
First stop
the evidence
Big L and some Can-i-bus and I've been rapping ever since
I'll never stop, never quit
Like what you thought, the fuck you think
My nigga I is real,
turns cold and it's time to go.
But I ain't never turnin' down this stereo you can bury my soul in the radio.
Lookin' in the rearview all I see is dirt
So stop all that bullshit
You not about risk it and lose it all
My time is calling
Got my hand on the pulpit
Look
I'm writing my own shit
I edit my own
ahead of
Most folks by ten years
The hand of God set it
So on Earth I speak prophetic
Publishin papers with no edit
I speak but most don't get it
But
sitting by the window here
The morning birds will reappear
And I feel empty
Our songs are on the radio
You call me up but I have to go
And I'm sorry
I got a head, but ain't no screws in it
(money, money, money by the ton)
I got a head, but ain't no screws in it
(money, money, money by the ton)
I’ll die for him if he next to me
We building the legacy, can’t stop it its destiny
Hold up
You ain’t gotta wonder where I’m at
I been out here learning
and jealousy when you envision me
I'm getting mines and still livin'
On the strength of me
You never bust nothin' or
Got ill touched nothin'
My baby face ice
And a whole lot of show
And with Hank Jr. blaring on the radio
We got us a tank full of gas
And we was on our way
We figured we'd go down to New Orleans
And a whole lot of show
And with Hank Jr. blaring on the radio
We got us a tank full of gas
And we was on our way
We figured we'd go down to New Orleans
i'm singing blues about the present
Life alarm ringing hitting snooze till I'm pleasant
Family ties clipped like the news when they edit
If you've never
me up She givin' me cash, she givin' me mouth
Talkin' that shit, I edit bitch out Never catch me dancin' for clout
Back in Caymus, never no trout Hate
The cops quick to peak When you fried
Sit by my phone but Nobody hit lines
They copping wok Off the street and they die
It's sad but I gotta get mine to hell
I'm starting to feel it, no I never regret it
This moment can happen, as long as you let it
I'll never forget it, that moment you said it
You cut your
spittin that shit ever since coke crushed
You can hear me on your T.V. and radio at the same time
I never ever say the same rhyme, it's Tony 2 times
(I know I'll be okay, I know I'll be okay)
One day I'll get radio play
And you'll be by my side hope you never leave me
I got big dreams big dreams
Big
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