Lyrics:
Oh yea
This is for my real fans let me talk about them
Right around with my first album
Remember that shit talk about it
You put me here
M.I 2
I'm a M-80, you little like that Kim lady
I'm buzzin', Dirty Dozen, naughty rotten rhymer
Cursin' at you players worse than Marty Schottenheimer
You
Yo, this is BBR
You're listening to Been There Done That
(Trust)
Skepta aka Microphone Champion (Daniel son)
2010 shit (Boy Better Know)
Meridian,
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
prayer.'
Did y'all hear that? That's what my grandmother'll say
She'll say, 'Great God almighty, here come my boy! He musta got here by prayer.'"
Oooh I see the light! Baby
Wont chu, understand
There is more to this than just the pussy man
Face in person she a mister man
These boys be so thirsty
Be
I cant let em catch me lackin
Architect no rapper this is more than an album
I was born by the river
By the river
In a little tent
Oh and like
Too scared to fall in love
Who's your daddy
How fucking rad
Once you get on that bus you ain't got no mama no more
You got your brothers on the team
to heaven and let Pac hit it (aww)
Future rather hang out with Jada than hang with Will
Shit I feel the same way that that nigga Future feel (I do)
I don't
came up harder than most yall niggas its just my mind eXpands further than the sect of a city im just a good boy like that intro on bohemian rhapsody you
(Khrushchev)
More indie than that 1981 Sonic Youth rock
Say my songs wack (it sucks)
Cuz even if it do flop (huh)
I still got girls as cute as Sharon Dubois
The block's hot, the block's hot with top notch glock shots
Surrounded by fiends but in for slingers to drop rocks
The blue baggy bender boys, that's
it's funny how things change, funny how time fly
More than my feet travel, the more that I feel fly
More that I make now, the more that the chicks smile
depressive shit was a joke and there was just no appealing
See, after that first album I started getting pissed
Then you dropped a deluxe version that was
Thoughts shapes life
Despite your lack of thinking
Hoes come around more than flows come around
Hit up a bitch before you decide to work
That's why you
Yeah
I guess I'm, sorry not sorry
Yo
For the past year I've been goin' through the ringer
I figured it would die down by now
But the more I consider
The songs they plague me more than I can say
In the tape I made you
Hope you think of me when it plays through
Feel kind of sad now that its done
And you
body feels expired sometimes
PTSD, guess that's a sign of the times
Rigorous therapy, I know I deserve more
But my symptoms are scarin' me, this feels
Alright, take a step back
Now imagine that I got a can of gas and a lit match
Yeah like a bic, boy, I'm about to flick that
So call your demons
of cottonmouths try'na start a problem now
Talkin' shit when I am not around and I'ma knock you out
This that Bobby Boy logical jam
Sad that he left the game but
had everything it seemed,
everything but the one thing that would have meant
more to me than anything. The pain that manifested
itself into my
(What's the 411, hun?)
I know you got it going on
(Hey yo, I got it going on) (ay Mary kick that shit)
Yeah nigga, what makes you better than the next
they got more funerals to go than studios and shows (fair)
I can swipe my card and get a house off music and the flows
It's got some magic only Yugioh
till the second date
By that I mean put her in my basement, wait
Giggity giggity, it's polygamy rap
Give her the lickity flickity while I'm beating her
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