Lyrics:
it out just to be the best version of myself
Scribbling verses that are better than your album
Howling at the moon
Shouting
Been up for days
stance
Whether it’s hipster, thugged out, rocker
I am more much more than that
This is that Black Hoodie rap
It's radical for God’s plan
This ain’t that
at the bar
Do you remember what he was singing
I think it was that song
I want it that way
Backstreet boys, I'm familiar
Number one could you please sing
grab me the broom
Boy I been this ill since I came out the womb
They thinking that they know me but please don't assume
Lyrics crispy like Panko
Flow
better luck getting up on Sunday
So take my advice and sleep in
Or get ate by the guys that we bring
Like a date with your wife is a deep thing
So the hate
to be true
Way darker this time
See this the Exodus I manifested excellence
The journey is, way more important
Than the destin- is or destination
Say that
Music gave me a brand new show
Little nigga, I'll plug myself
Plug my scene, plug my guys
This ting's more than a buzz, don't lie
Wanna be a G? Real
a wheelie.
Acting silly I could see that you be uncertain, like my passport, (Wait) I got 2 versions,
on my last raught, (ay) I copped 2 slaps, (Wait) yeah I
It's the brown child, better version of the story
Sees Conji, a sister, mother played by Tori
In Astoria, kid named Tiki took the cake
The greens
that you see
The day you beat me will be the day you see see
HOT 97 feeding you more loving than they feed me
Don't let these niggas gas you on that
Bring it in
Once upon a time there was a brotha named Kastro
Had a little problem with his cash flow
More than once his friend'd tell me he had
She ah more than best
Point ogyegye me...
So we pulled up at the chella
Abubakar with the cheddar
Waakye over love
Be what we print for the shaddar
the Backstreet Boys
I remember that like it was last week
You had me in a haze every single day, all that I could think about was us
And as long as your body was
You gotta have the link before you order these
Dockin' jet skis in the Florida Keys
We all grateful for Weezy, but no one more than me
You just found
When the odds stacked up against you, if nothin' eventually ain't gained
Gotta do more than sit and complain
Every album I made was a product of pain
things
That make you less than you ought to be
And become 'reincarnated' as a new version of you
Something closer to what God made you to be
I don't
niggers with me on a,
So I recommend your fagot ass to walk by, we movin' money
Touch the sky the, the more about the might dollar
Let's keep it real, ya
in my blood, you can tell by the way I walk
Oh lawd, more styles than a barber shop, call the cops
People in the way want to baller block
Little do
on shoulders heavier than boulders
Getting smouldered by the inner thoughts
They are so devoted to make me notice
I ain't worth more than a piece of COVID
Would
So many different versions of a word that's been distorted
Twisted into something that it's not
Yeah love's just an expression,
No I don't think
be snorin all night I can't sleep (hehe)
Call that big butt nurse with the long hair to come suck my dick
(Bad Boy Big, c'mon)
The doctor said I need
really just that much beta
A stronger version of self really all that's behind each layer
That's why... I only get better each time I peel off
This is
by pizza or fish or lack thereof
Oh by the way, there's a cello in your house now
We use words to combat words that make us feel a certain way
We use
it's a cold world boy and I'm more than a sinner
You hear this beat and think of Ye, you thinking of Dilla
I think I'm at the top now, the top
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