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Mcs act brand new 'cause they got a little money in their purse
So you had a good solo career?
Had a few big songs over the years?
Back then you
of proportion, Taking the whole thing, never a portion
I'm like a chinese Cookie good fortune, (Xiè xie) Always play clean, never distortion
Bend in ways you cant;
I’m on the first
I mean, I’m the nigga, make your favourite rapper, running suicidal by a motherfucking thought
Choosing to choose me? I ain’t
of the tracks, but
Things happen, you know
Art takes time, Passion
Shoutout everyone on this EP, all those artists
Thank God for giving me this ear of mine, this
away your shine
Do they own thing mane you know I'm a do mine
Stay on my grind, like the wheels against this railroad track
Hope the haters know I won't
everywhere I go
Always got my good mood by the throat
Making sure no matter what, that I always know
I ain't shit, weren't shit, won't never be shit
Can't do
how it is, introduce my team
I roll with a lot of thug niggas and a lot of no good for nothin'
A lot of good for somethin's and a lot of husbands
These
niggas)
Lou, Frank, John, Hope, Fall Guy (real niggas)
J-Roc, Bumpy, and Little Black (real niggas)
the list is gettin' too long for this track (real
amount 2 1 I want but this the real you. You know I never judge, but know someone who does,
(Bridge 1) (0:40 - 1:20)
Leave, little Serena, 4 I must
hold on (throws up) my bad gotta little ill right there
Good luck to whoever has to hold your hair
With your fake ass extensions dressing like
little things in your ear
Tell you all the little things
That you love and deserve to hear
I must admit
I'm always looking in your pretty eyes
Telling
Fortnite with my squad, we oughta rule the whole thing
With a little luck, bro, you can achieve anything
Charged my GoPro Hero 5 Black to the top
I'd be
tryna have a good time forget the rat race
Stay floating forever like I'm in deep space
I'm sitting in music
I'm bored off my head
Should be taking notes
earlier
And their memories shorter
But before either of them leaves for good
The story ends with a simple realization
Every little thing that built their
greed
I didn't love God, I just loved his things
Loved approval, loved sex
Loved money, loved fame
But I ain't the same
Thank the Lord I changed
I'm
I was born in Dixie in a boomer's shack,
Just a little shanty by the railroad track
Freight train was it taught me how to cry,
The holler
I was born in Dixie in a boomer shack
Just a little shanty by the railroad track
Freight train was, it taught me how to cry
Hummin' of the driver was
Uhm, what's up baby? I been eyeing you
Time and time again, I been trying to
Get a little closer, but you won't let it
Well if I see something I
Louisiana, little Bessie, girl that I once knew
She told me just to come on by, if there's anything she could do
Up on Cripple Creek she sends me
If I
a basic story, everything was to His glory
Never thought I’d lose track of where I was going
Alright, so here we go, let’s get this thing on the road
I came
Is a emphasis in this matrix
Don't confuse you is power in the main things
Tools for this strings
Hold god give me a momentum to sink
Sink trust
For
on track
Shaq runnin' laps
And savages, dragons, black lungs and ash
In a cancerous craft that is fashioned by magic
And cracking the plastic
Fast ashing
Accompanied by 6 bottles of gin
Rest in peace.
Cause i know that times been tough
I know that you've been lonely
I know things get hard for you sometimes
When
the mic we called a truce
Boosted by the juice every track produce
I infuse spoof music with lines of truth-I'm
Silver lining proof, that life is nice
Just
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