Lyrics:
like James Harden
How you gonna let 'em pay you less than you worth, dog, you got outsmarted
I just talked to my nigga $MB, that was just the other day
spot the flakes the snakes and those rats
Faker than a fairy Jim Carrey with those masks
Unbury your whole casket rapping on these beats
Off the internet
Ladies and gentleman
I got a story to tell
Come on and sit side by side on this carpet
It goes a little something like this
She came on me hard
No
could've had was something special, James
Instead we both decided to play all these mental games
I don't forgive you at all but I at least understand
What I
bitch my breed is simply
Somethin uncomparable that's why they all resent me
Yeah it's 007 like I'm James Bond pussy stay calm
I just hittem with that
Anti-Facist
And I will fuck you up if anybody is asking
I got zero tolerance for a racist,
homophobia and all of this fucking fake shit
Made up by
enough
You want my trust than i need you to Confront me when I'm fuckin up
Out here running these major plays Without stopping to huddle up
Call my smoker
some jewels, I aint talking Randle
Forever know that Vante with me, even on my worse day
You would think that me and him had, had the same birthday
Let's
Had my Father pass on me
I went deeper to addiction
Then I had a stint in prison
And a piece of me was missing
Now I take it day by day
Tryna keep it in
these niggas hate
You got ass, OK great, pop that pussy make it shake
Say she feeling me
I know why it's cause I got the remedy
I thought being broke
to 1963 and was home to some of the most notorious criminals in American history, including Al Capone, George "Machine Gun" Kelly, and James "Whitey"
“As Close To Perfect As Can Be”
Narrators: Father Aaron Cline (The Priest) & James Langston (The Groom)
PRESENT DAY
“Dearly beloved, we gather
don't kick it at these niggas place
If you my shorty that means you're worthy in a Nigga face
Shoot like James worthy I put my jersey on and caught
I quote the Bee Gees
Frame my picture with a eye lens, photos of islands, cause I'm like Fiji on the dry end
Surrounded by water it's rising,
got the arctic fever
I'm about to blow, and you know I'm going off the meter (Whoo)
I'm going James Bond 007
You better fucking remember
This wasn't
Ahh stupid ahh
You should've just blocked me and never spoken to me again
Cause you've really done fucked up
Coming at me with all of these wild ass
white
Try to take these it's gone be yo life
Diamonds dancing they flawless
I'm bout to get it regardless
New camera recording your bitch wanna join in
some real customers
Hard to find a woman these days be hard to trust her
Almost jumped the snap count to that money I'm tryna hurry
But it could also be
name James, legit it's no gimmicks
Gave my life to these bars it's a life sentence
Can't negotiate with myself Kobe said no bending
I'm serving all you
they tryna get me back to my old days
Why I had to adapt to these cold ways, yeah
Cuz I was too fucked up
Made a play then lucked up yeah, yeah
Still
of the few that disagree with me
And got your own views about who's really that dude
Well,
The south movement got ten months left
And come valentines day
twins born
And by the way they couldn't see it because they bullets they took
they couldn't take it
And you couldn't tell me that these days in my
to be excited going to the record store
But these days I stay pacing the floor
Somebody please take me back to when the artistes were poor
'Cause when
thing as a good job these days
My daddy was a sailor, my mother a whore
Brought up by a gypsy, left at her door
Raised on the street, I'm dirty
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