Lyrics:
forgive me, for I am a sinner
But you gave me music as medicine
And nobody want a problem when they get in my zone better leave me be
I'm a mean MC,
haters thanks to them he gone be famous
Let em know who you is
Cuz when you show em your shit
They gone be like Who He, Who He
Who am I? I'm that guy, who
Jeff Beck you've been tryin' to outdo him . . . Awright, look, I'm gonna say one thing to you . . . this may not register right away, but let me say this
to pla-a-a-a-ay
Scandalous tabloid headlines is what I'm known for
They all wanna know why I'm so damn crazy (extra famous)
I am a superstar, got the paper coming
Making sure I stay ahead
You made me who I am, from the words you said
Some people have to learn
Some people wait there turn
Some people but not me
something
Not saying that you won't get dropped quick
But it's not a forever topic
So, let's just get acquainted, acquainted
She only love me 'cause I
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
wanna get too famous, we too handsome
I am the realest motherfucker that I know
Paparazzi come up to me would I hide? No
Musically I am not very well
up and get in
Your bag, bag, bag, bag
I wear Dior, not a fan, fan, fan, fan
I know all these niggas
Gettin' mad, mad, mad, mad
My hand on my trigger,
all could get shot if you tryna front (at all, at all)
And no, I'm not jackin' the other side
Forever smokin' they dead friends out the zip
So this
entertainment
It wasn't like this when I came up
Money get longer when you famous
Feel like i'm Uzi
They try to use me
My life a movie
Hit the road
Make a hunnit
and you fry in my iron furnace
I am on my get rich or die tryin' like when Em was signin' Curtis
'Cause I am murderous
Joe Budden, Jersey City, New
design (Oh)
Take my hand and let me into your soul
It’s with your help that we can get to my goals
With little effort you can give me control
I’m on a roll
am not the right guy
I swear you're my life line
Can we try one last time
Forget about our past time
And work up on our future
Cause this Rockstar
and not
Having everything handed
To us like I said earlier
This world is a cold and dark place
But she cannot let words and opinions affect
You because
of looking for them sundresses,
I should be looking for the Son I confess it,
Even though my prides telling me don't let the fans know,
I am not
to you (get 'em P)
Oh girl, come on (come on)
But to maintain this livin' (come on, come on)
God knows it's not given (come on)
You know I got a lots
to you (get 'em P)
Oh girl, come on (come on)
But to maintain this livin' (come on, come on)
God knows it's not given (come on)
You know I got a lots
sorry for the delay can
You tek this pipe as repayment
Then I gotta dip out and get payments
But she knows she lying
Fuck all the fighting
Let me slide in
camille Paglia
The famous feminist writer, said
That I set women back by
Objectifying myself sexually "Oh", i
Thought, "so if you're a feminist
You don't
post while I'm eatin' spaghetti
Damn, girl, can't you be normal?
I'm famous as fuck, yeah, we get it already
But who give a shit about that
I am
when shit get hot, like a a change of weather
Got my dogs in the spot, and homie I ain't fed him
I ain't even dropped but you know I'ma dead 'em, like
mother (mama)
I admit that I asked her how am I gonna get the world off my shoulder (oh)
She said son, don't you lose it (lose it)
Sometimes you gotta
it up Live it Up
Get famous
Oh I been here before been here a minute fam
Im sitting by the door go check my Instagram
I need a milly coors... I need
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