Lyrics:
really blame you? (Who can really blame you?)
We're the ones who made you
Ahem, back by popular demand
Now pop a little Zantac for antacid if you can
My name is Diamond, yup, you've guessed it
Ran a thousand schemes, and I've never been arrested
I guess I'm lucky, 'cause I'm young and I'm a black
on the silver screen
Can't be no teacher
No nuclear scientist
If you ain't been kissed by me, baby
You ain't been kissed
I got love, super love
Super
Come four by four, lose one like Dru Hill
Stay fly 'til you air sick, now that's ill
Two choices, either squeeze or peel, now that's real
What
in as such
And can't you see
By the very words you want to hear
Words in which in no good Christian will appear
I'm tearing down the stupidity
Yo
You gonna witness my music, confusin' ways
Who in the sake of God would introduce my name
I've been secluded and viewed as a true insane
Ludicrous
good I’ve been feeling like shit
I’m in the hood but I’m buying all this nice shit
But let me take you back to when a pen was priceless
I was 13 I was
throwin a shot back
Yours is on a joint, mine's whistlin by your top hat
Yeah I'm cool but you violate and I'll cock back
Open the mac's mouth and black out
I've been bitten by the Bug and I am coming down with oh
Something that can't be cured
There ain't a doctor in this town who is more qualified
stamps
Car cosigned by my mama
Medical card from Obama
Background check for a chopper
Permit, don't need permission from a doctor
I been smokin' since
the new NWA
The Drac hit harder than Dr dre
Shit make you lean back and rock away
My left wrist brrr, bitch, so icy
Glock in my Girbaud's, yeah up in my
Batty crease
You mans on road
Please don’t make me crease
Since I was 6 said I was a prodigy
Charles and Ray Eames
Down to the sweaty jeans
Made by Saint
Uh
1st & (1st &) 15th (15th)
Woah, uh!
Lupe Fiasco's Food & Liquor
Is lovingly, hand-crafted and done
By the good folks, at 1st & 15th, yeah!
heart
By ripping to pieces without a good reason
You fuck with that other man
Fucking that other man
Fuck it 'cause nigga I'm on a new level
You love me
in Chicago raised on Planet Rock talking
Catch knock my tape like beats (uh) I'm fresh as fruits
You pussy MC it's you I rebuke repent
You burn up
barbells
Try me if you want, good luck cracking a hard shell
It's compound, first accessory is a hard curl
It's Deadlifts for the doctors, chest press for
You know
She thought I wasn't good enough
Good enough
She thought I wasn't good enough
Good enough
They thought I wasn't good enough
Good enough
They
now is reducing
I'm gonna make you wish that
You stuck to producing
And you're not even a good producer
Your girl looks like Medusa
Basically that's why
burst
And the lavatory makes you fear the worst,
It was used by Charles the First
Quite informally,
And later by George the Fourth
On a journey
Dr. Jekyll nor Mr. Hyde
Whoever told you that, they told you a lie
You been a waitin' and a waitin' as I can see
So treat me like the pope and bow
Ireland, oh my
You are Omagh!
Danny Boy in Loftus Road
Good Friday
Bloody Sunday
An island in Trouble in shock
Caught in the crosshairs of a Glock
My Ireland
You know I love that organic cooking
I always ask for more
And they call me Mr. Natural
On down to the health food store
I only eat good sea salt
Where do we go from here
Where do we go from here
(Take it all you need me)
Yes sir
Niggas said Dr Wine wasn't nothing
Three years later Dr Wine
throw it in my face you can have it all back
2020 took Kobe Bryant and 6 9 a rat
I been talking to uncle T about having these dreams
Bing chase by
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