Lyrics:
he want to know your favorite jean
Is it Jordache? (NO!) Gloria Vanderbilt? (NO!)
Maybe it's Sassoon? (NO!) How about Sergio? (I DON'T CARE!)
Could
dealt with
Know it was all weak and
Creep and stealth shit
When I come from under the
Belt with a metal shit
Forever Brownsville, no, I never felt shit
with it, done with it
You're never on my mind
'Til I feel the heat of you and me, it hits me every summer
Remember when (yeah) no one else (no one else)
knew they were on the ground
It was a funny thing they never heard a sound
Farmer Bob got up and said
Wow I reckon we could've been dead
But guess what
Off the drank, no Bill Cosby
I move like it's hockey I shoot my shot and feel like Crosby
Ain't support my methods out the picture how I'm cropping
in, let it play and let me blow your mind
It's the dominant conglomerate, prominent and I'ma get
What I gotta get, twist another sweet and bob
Your baby in your arms
You would test me but you know better
It's inadequate to go against
The Jesus of Nazareth
Of the rap game, and guess what
I got no
mic clutch
Hey ?bob by the ba?, said you keep your day job
My competitors never know the right touch
Have to bail through the backstreets, raisin' hell
I speak about the weeks I went with not a go d damn thing to eat and then blam it just hit me got so sick of having no cheese let it rain 20's till
The Point No More
I Would Always Spit Hard Make Jaws Hit The Floors
But Till This Day I Rise Above To Keep It Gore
The Blood In My Veins And The Flesh In My
spirits bright!
Oh, what fun it is to ride
To chicago every night, oh...
Harry:
For chrissake, rhonda! have you no shame?
Thing-fish:
Y'all make up
a marathon
She don't want no kiss but
She gon swallow some
Boom! Shoot like me have a gun
As soon as me come I'm do
She makes me scream eh
Makes me spend me
songs
I rap like it's in my genes and i'm gone
Need to get gene fisher on a beat make a song
Cole, fly anakin, caprii make a song
Crosby, atlas, yeen neen
a fucking drive-by
That's what the inside of my mind's like
Looking back on my career, even hindsight, tunnel vision, 5 mics
Never wanted that so bad well
.wav
At first it don't sound right? Ain't no way to stop it
Get a new clap, prettier than trap
Tryna last longer than laptop rap
No concept timeless
U-Dubb but ain't
Make no profit back
To make ya pockets fat you had to
Leave that league and rock wit' Smack
It's obvious who make the hotter tracks
Yo
this vision
This monster ain't gonna prosper
This song is forever living
This song is for every child
Tribulations and your trials
You can make it out
redundant
But I was wondering
If there was something that you wanna know (something that you wanna know)
But never mind that we should let it go (we should
Moving forward, dearly beloved
Make I and I recall
Bob's Son set in Babylon
Atop the very high mountain
Carving prophecy into rock
Blood from
I'll tell you how I became the wicked nigga they call Young Mind Fuck
Black out, black out
(Youngin' from Del Amo)
Black out, black out
(Belt by
people to judge
When you caught no more fun
She shaking it on triller
On her empty mind like SZA
Say she single on her Insta
Hold up don't you got
they ending up switching
I don't seem to mind it the same lames behind it
Gon fall out they lane cuz they can't see the vision
They can't see the vision
[Marc 7]
It's all splendid
Yeah, like Kevin Lockerbie
Rockin' some beige Wallabees
Blinded by the mockery
[Soup]
Time is never stoppin' me
Drop
as a bitch and left my love on the ground
Now ain't that about a bitch?
It ain't never about a bitch
I'll take your bitch and make her everybody bitch
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