Lyrics:
you
Feed it after midnight
The best way to reach me is
To send a Facebook invite
Not a single rhyme that I've
Written's ever been tight
I'm not
and Mitch, followin my cousin Murdoch
All the brothers were real, goin for what they feel
By the way, peace to my man Sha and Big Neal
Now in
let me walk witchu
Talk witchu, uh-huh, yeah-hea
And for the ones who put you down and said you wouldn't make it
But you still held your ground
(Rock for 'em Hov')
You can't possibly think you can stop this
It's prophecy, plus I feel like the nigga Big watchin me
Kel
Best of both worlds
Stop
on the album before it dropped
I was on a roll and I couldn't be stopped
Writing these lyrics I wanted you to hear it
Because it felt like a new version of me
how to live
Or try to tell me how I feel
You can't tell me imma snake
Or try to tell me I ain't real
Cause I was always fucking there
When people needed
want to reach at least a million)
Dropping this after dark ambient
Feels strange but that's okay
I'm bambiing for some uh
(Bitch slay)
Making albums
I
Need the liberty Jesus gave if I'm gonna make a miracle
I'm gonna take down Jericho
Co co co co co Co-sign me
Please
Freeze
Now you all believe
If Michael Jackson came alive right now
He'd ask you to smoke one for him
So in his honor
You niggas Spud Webb, coming up short
Think you're Dee
She love me 'cause I be packing
This stick gonna make him dance like Chris brown ayy
Not Michael Jackson
I'm a pussy I ain't 'bout that action
Ah you hear this?
Ada big belly guy I telling be talking
By my side is my version Biggie Smalls Ya?
(no question, no question)
From Brooklyn Ya!
heart cold
Cheese over hoes yeah they not yours
Verse 2
Feel my energy when I step in the room
I can tell she freaky by the way she moan
Ohh, she
ain't pano I don't want the Roof
You hurt me with lies
I know it feel good when I tell you The truth
Before I cry I flame up a wood
And I hop in
Baby girl I been the bomb
You can call me Baghdad
Moonwalking on em
Michael Jackson, boy he been bad
All these niggas fronting
Mane I tell them all
murdered in cold blood tomorrow
Would you feel sorrow, show love?
Or would it matter?
Could never be the leadoff batter
If there ain't shit for me
day date tape
Money dance, I'm a Michael Jackson fan (big fan)
All these money makes me Michael Jackson dance (Jackson pop)
Dead faces looking down
by Michael Jackson
Or the Treacherous 3 record, they call "Action"
When you hear me do it, you will be shocked and amazed
It's the brand new thing
opponent then can't come to my arena
Seen some shit that made me laugh so hard I had a minor seizure
You can't tell the way I feel cause it don't show from
To catchy tunes, performed by the great michael jackson
Imagine, they can't fight the need or the urge to be dancing to my stanzas
I think they sense
summon me a legend
2Pac smoking dank rhyming like a reverend
Henny in the cup I gotta make a true confession
Spirit of a soldier feel the passion in my
she make me see ouuu
I can go chill on the daily with you
Ride through the city get paper with you
Love that lil shape that's on you
Loving the way that
motherfuckers so mad at me
It seem like you would be glad for me
Go 'head & talk tall
You ain't scared a me?
You cross me shit gon' end tragically
In my ferrari
the moonlight when I make my moves I ride
I'm a night owl, when the sun go out I fly
In the sky I keep it slight because I glide.
Michael Jackson with the action.
the glory days with Bruce Springsteen
I'm not a virgin so I know I'll make Madonna scream
You hated Michael and Prince all the way, ever sense
If their
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