Lyrics:
my mission is to chill
I'n'i think 'bout the vibes and not about the dollar bill
I been busy on my rhymes, put some on a layaway
What makes me happy
allowed to fuck, ho, I'm in show biz
Sets in the hood want me for dead
So I paint my tag on they forehead
Stick your little 'kay by my taggin'
You can fit
To mess up the biz
Like an MP3
American Idol
That's who I look for
In the 'poop' section
Of my local record store
Reuben or Clay
Oh, which should I pick?
Time to mess up the biz like an MP3
American Idols, that's who I look for
In the poop section of my local record store
Ruben or clay, oh which should I
Desert Storm firm Biz
Platinun what the deal is?
We can take it back to blocks
To all gods that used to slap box
They after your chain, Q trains
and stuff
He can make you a groove with his tools and stuff
Tried to study his tools a bunch
I made a couple beats, but my music sucks
Gimmie a few years imma
Music has past gone by hopefully you don't manifest
For the wrong guy Egomaniac, in the Brainiac
Don't know how to act, shits deep
Forty eight tracks
that's that Jesus 2 slots
Cause he would have rocked it well
But instead he rocked that hair full of raze braided by his girl Lucy
With the semi on, make
All over the states
You should get on knees
These rappers spoke
To yo face!
Uh
High as a pitch!
Wild like stitch!
Cammie all over
Your music n
Cloud n
out the frying pan, into the fire
I be the music biz number one supplier
Flyer than a piece of paper bearin my name
Got the hottest chick in the
Game
moves in this music
And it's got me sitting here thinking what if
What if i really make it big aye
Please do not judge me i just live aye
You know my
sit by her, I guess to put dick in her mouth
We chilled for a minute, watched a little T.V
I'm yawin and stretchin, I'm tryin to make sure that she see
the light of day theyre just an easy kill
Up all night and day crafting hits and bills
So better watch your mouth before we take your girl and make her
And I don't understand why
Yes, you are now rockin' with the best
I don't do White music, I don't do Black music
I make rap music, for hip hop
And I don't understand why
Yes, you are now rockin' with the best
I don't do White music, I don't do Black music
I make rap music, for hip hop
Party people in the place
Embrace the bass as I commence to pick up the pace
And make you motivate, and accelerate
'Cause like Tony the Tiger, I'm
I'm in show biz
Sets in the hood want me for dead
So I paint my tag on they forehead
Stick your little 'kay by my taggin'
You can fit twenty clowns in
the way it is
I'm allowed to fuck, ho, I'm in show biz
Sets in the hood want me for dead
So I paint my tag on they forehead
Stick your little 'kay by
Live it up, live it up
Nobody ever told us we could die like this
Live it up, live it up
Corrupted by the comfort we (love, love)
God prepare me
but we send them out in duffles
Break it down and hit the block and make back more than double
They don't wanna hear this fully, growll, they tryna
mission is to chill
I'n'I think 'bout the vibes and
Not about the dollar bill
I been busy on my rhymes
Put some on a layaway
What makes me happy like
See I gotta make this pay
And I gotta make this doe
And I gotta make it stay
Make I no dey beg for more
See my hustle reach Omole
Oshodi dey feel
(Tech Nina, let's get it)
Mama told me get it and I did
Make a beautiful livin' for my kids
Man, I'm really in love with my gig
Wasn't always
white, don't get no blood on the dope
Burden on my head, dawg I need to get some bread
Chopper and a mask, gotta heater bustin heads
Now its music in
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