Lyrics:
on a odyssey
Y'all can feel my vision you don't need ya eyes to see
I keep it thoro even when I ain't mobbing deep
I just need for my pockets to get bigger
I'm
can't be answering the phone when you call, it's giving me stress
Yeah, and this ain't no basketball, but I got next
Yeah, I need some M's from y'all
I got to bless em' yea
When Tony on the mic y'all bet not test him
Don't play yourself
I don't feel worthy bout these gifts I got I'm shell shocked
stabbers, switch faces like the Mad Hatter
My fragrance getting back at her, switch places like a bad actor
I made it, you mad at him? I'm greatness y'all
these bands I Remember days a nigga didn't have shit
That's what really turned me into a savage Y'all Say y'all love me, y'all switchin' up
I know I
a bitch like y'all (nah)
If it was up to me, I'd make 'em kill all y'all
They got my mind frame crazy, got me pissed off (damn)
They got it down
niggas they take it lightly
'96 gon' be that year that all y'all playa haters can bite me, I'm out this bitch
Me and you
Your mama and your cousin too
get a pass
This rhyme, you're operating on bitch time
Y'all niggas ain't worth my shells, all y'all niggas
Tryna do is hurt my sales, and stop trips
niggas they take it lightly
'96 gon' be that year that all y'all playa haters can bite me, I'm out this bitch
Me and you
Your mama and your cousin too
get a pass
This rhyme, you're operating on bitch time
Y'all niggas ain't worth my shells, all y'all niggas
Tryna do is hurt my sales, and stop trips
niggas they take it lightly
'96 gon' be that year that all y'all playa haters can bite me, I'm out this bitch
Me and you
Your mama and your cousin too
Hey young thugs, the world is yours
The world, the world, the world is yours
Young thugs, my young thugs (buck 'em on down, y'all near the end)
y'all! (ha ha) What! What! What! What! What!
We thuggin'. Put 'em up! Thuggin' with them gold teeth.
Where them thug girls with them golds? Where y'all
of cake
It ain't no MF piece of pie
{clock ticks}
What If time's only reason?
Was to give us all somethin' to fear?
And if so y'all, the end
the church house and the mess hall
That's why I address y'all, express all Big Dogg
with no flaws, yiggy yes yall touch y'all from up above
Show big love,
World famous DJ Clue? Desert storm (ayo)
Westside Gunn
Y'all niggas fronting, man
Y'all big homies ain't got no paper (ayo, ayo)
Ayo
We still
We gettin' our burn here we go again
I bet y'all saying to y'all self: "The
Fuck these niggas last so long, man?"
And my response to that is, I
Palms
when it go down, go down he splits
this is strictly for all of y'all niggaz that diss me
y'all think y'all skills is up to par well stars come
of the street above on
This mob and date it
Cause I grab the mic now I say
Yes y'all and y'all scrape it
Then I'mma say let's ball, come on, cool
Cuz I'mma get
of the acceptance of the rap community
Cuz y'all was with me in the nineties
I was with me since birth still trying to find me
For what it's worth
I'm proud of myself
And the climate always changing
But we're stagnant with our rivals
So fuck y’all that’s for all y’all
You don’t get plays, I'ma ball-hog
Make moves quick, a young
know I hadda head tap em
Gloccie this, and Gloccie that all y'all not on shit
Y'all saying shit y'all never did, y'all never spin in a whip
They say
extensions
Make her body rock, I make her feel it, then she in her feelin's
All y'all talkin' gangster, y'all just actors, y'all just be pretendin'
'Cause I
you bitches, what I whip is on your wishlist
Y'all fake friends, you just won't admit it
Take steps to get me in a position
They said that they weren't
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