Lyrics:
on some forever reppin this
Put everything into to do it
And get a check wit this
How We Live Records
The start of some livin legend shit
To make my
to you and your boys
And if you knew what I knew, then you'd kill that noise
(Devastating to your ear)
I devastate the crowd while the record spins
to you and your boys
And if you knew what I knew, then you'd kill that noise
(Devastating to your ear)
I devastate the crowd while the record spins
that
Could pull it off not naming any names
Modeliste: How would you describe
Your personal style?
MGK: I like passing by mirrors or windows
Especially
to waiting your turn
Doing it all by hand?
'Cause when everything is handed to you
It's only worth as much as the time put in
It all just seems so good
from the norms
And soon millions of folk
Records were being sold
By the early sixties, Dylan, Baez, Phil Ochs
Were doing intellectualized copies
The more you stay the same, the more that they seem to change
And don't you think it's strange?
Girl, put your records on
Tell me your favorite song
knew you was jealous from the day that I met you
I upset you, cuz I get respect I bet you
I'm even liked better by your neice and nephew
Now you hate
am
Being attacked by your accusations simply
Because i got us
In court to help fix this the custody matter?
Why did i have to take you to court to see
hear is yours
Skipping in my mind like a broken record
Baby, I can't feel no more without you by my side
Know that I can't see no more, without you
For half my career I was part of that
My best friend got a burner, and it's lookin' like an artifact
Put it in your puffer or your Prada hat
Like
Let's Make a Deal at the dinner table
Put you on tour, put your record on wax ("Trust me!")
Sign your life on the X
You eXit, X-off, but what you
to get paid?
(That’s a gimmick) what’s when
You’re yelling and screaming up on stage?
(That’s a gimmick) when your
Career is numbered by days?
(That’s
let's go have some fun
One record down and I'm riding in this piece of shit
I thought by now I'd upgrade put it on my plastics
Yeah that's right I
to buy your zip
And hope one day it flourish to a kilo, track record of a hustler
Rather records on the needle, making music
Clocking fast bank like
my thoughts slip
Thinkin' that my plans just barely coincide with my money clip
But get a grip 'cause by the end of the day, bro
Your pockets'll be
shitted on me for Kendrick, recorded diss records
And Kendrick, my nigga, put him on his first mixtape
I pop champagne when I heard he was with Dre
And I'm
like a record on repeat
And in the beginning like a distant memory
Hey Annabelle, have you had your 17th cup of tea today
I know the honey-sweet tea bags
the Virgo, ain't got to take your shirt off
You seen me convince your homegirl though
Plus she says her life is too hard
She says that she want to come
slipping. cnimal ambition. Woke up in the lab and put a 6 in.
Verse
I set the mood for these G6Nights. Enlight the run way lights. On stand-by you gonna
the moonlight
John Wilkes, that's who I'm in the booth like
Ay, bruh, I go ham for dead presidents
And everything I record is over your head like a boom mic
And them long stems are long gone too
Put that record on, took your pictures off the shelf
Oh, 'cause every little bit helps
Might not get me all
dinner
Beginners feast feet lying fatality finish
I'm killin' these records they put me in Guinness
I really don't give a f-f-uck if you witness
You
Put in the work
Put in the hours
’Til i have learnt
To harness my powers
‘Termind to earn
My spot in the towers
Far from one of the heard
Drip with
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