Lyrics:
floor)
Trappers be bitin' just like it's a gator (grrah)
Leavin' a hole in a nigga like bagels (bah)
I'm the talk of the town, interviews by Fader (woo)
high
On your own supply
Get burnt by the sun
Cause in the city of dreams
You get caught up
In the schemes
And fall apart in the seam
Tonight
out, all are in control
Certified son of a gun, learns life lesson 101
Don't fly too high on your own supply
Get burnt by the sun
'Cause in the city
y'all all soft
And I'm the black hearse that came to haul y'all ass in
It's for the hood by the corner store
Many try, many die, come at Nas if you want
flashing down, played at it
I would never ever claim your dick
In interviews, I'm like who's this
Bitches tryna put a end to me
Pull and serve and still
Try shinin' my shoes and brush the fuckin' dust off of my wallet
Let's consider the prospects, make a couple phone calls
Now so many interviews you
the sun's truly an asshole
I'was supposed to interview the snow today but of course he flaked
So I let my frigid demeanor teeter and take his vacant place
the sun's truly an asshole
I'was supposed to interview the snow today but of course he flaked
So I let my frigid demeanor teeter and take his vacant place
Necessary by all means, sort of like Malcolm
Before it's too late, I create, the best outcome
So I take this opportunity, yes to ruin the
Devilish forces
turquoise
Toys turn to girls, boys turn to men
I'll end the situation by not starting
In this case I'm committed
Serve em like Lendal
Smoked out in interviews
(Hey)
Don't switch on me, 'cause I got big plans
I know shit gets hard, but say you will stand (Stand) by me
When you're lost, you'll find me (Stand
credit, dammit
Unemployment been used up, wondering can I manage
Got a job interview, but I'm at a disadvantage
Right now my car is useless, sitting
went
By he made his first move
Dragging himself forward by his front legs
(the rear ones wouldn't work)
He made it to the litter box
Crawled over and in
but no one hears me
So you all just leave me
I got to figure it out on my own
I got hit by a basketball
Hiding behind the waterfall
They were
move forward by the aid of symbols
and we change those symbols as we move forward.
Who said that? Is there an echo in here? A catalectic tetrameter
Niggas ought to know by now, how I'm coming
Better hit the flo, cause the round pack a hunnit
I want paradise in this life, Milk and Honey
I want paradise
Shining like a pistol do
Impressed by what my crystal do
My quartz full of liquid jewels
If Hitler was like bishop always trippin
Would he get the juice
or when your skin dark
I be loved by the women I be pissin' off
I'm in lust with the money, but at what cost?
If you got a full safe but the mirror gone
ask, I mention my baby girl in the interviews now
And I don't bring the problems from the 90s in the two thou
There's no reason to have a friend or two
the old "tell it like it is" speech
I'm thinking you better start by hearing the word "practical"
Right here, right now, today
Where's the exit?
things
Talent you have naturally
Skill, is only developed by hours and hours and hours of beating on your craft
I've been killing microphones, killing
things talent you
Have naturally skill is only developed
By hours and hours and hours
Of beating on your craft
I've been killing microphones
Killing
They say that nigga that don't talk much is that nigga that having them large bucks
We gotta make sure we hit first no more drive-bys we do walk-ups
course
You'll print about black mayors, black senators
Why you ain't got no black editors?
Everytime I do an interview in rolling stone
They sendin me
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