Lyrics:
down to his last breath
But he won't make it, cause he knows that my joint is def
The ill, type of Brooklyn artist
who rocks the har-dest,
with labelheads
I knew some niggas that stayed in bed with 'em to stay ahead
And now I'm a labelhead
And I ain't sign Fash as an artist, I rock with
to the Motor-League with me before I'm forced
to face the wrath of a well-heeled buying public who
live vicariously through tortured-artist college-rock
it but they faking
But the dark will come to the light they better be evasive
When they see me I’m in VIP fly fit counting paper
Like the artist from
When do you think an artist hits rock bottom?
T.B.D.; to be decided:
Who's the next rapper I'm leaving silent?
You don't stack up, you just be
back like my seat reclining
I swear I'm an artist, I rock all designer
Anything you want baby I could buy it
Haven't seen my dawg for a long time
manner
Man I hate when artists who ain't rappers
Rapping, better stop it, but in pop it's standard
All them artists pander
Rock em with my candor
Calling
to the Motor-League with me before I'm forced to face the wrath of a well-heeled buying public who live vicariously through tortured-artist college-rock
I'm comin' to your classrooms
Strapped like Kindergarten Cop
I end the starters
I am the hardest artist to rock
I roll over your whip and turn
Your
got life
Six times, six times, spit six lines
Freestyle all time
I'm the hardest
Facetimed with A Boogie, he say I'm the bigger artist
Pnb Rock
signed
Artist wrote rock'n roll history
Concentrated on a album so strong
But business claimed limited editions
Insisting on a additional songs
brushes
I'm a step artist
Might rock a lil' Comme des
But my chest heartless
If my mans got that sack on him
I'ma left guard him
Let me scrumble 'round for
Hot tamale mami
With a body like wasabi
She in love w doing molly
Getting naked in the party
Said she rock star made
And her favorite artist Carti
the prophet margin artist, rock the hardest
Couldn't stay in one spot too long, split in fours
Told the truth the four tours brought artists four doors
I rock the concert til my arm hurt, doin God's
from an artist to autist
Rock star straight to retarded
Ya'll been the same since All them was locked up in auschitz
Same since, Sega, and cartidge
you'll be writer, artist, rock star on the side
You can't be whatever you want to be
You can't be whatever you want to be
Solo
If you're good with
Like 25 artists trying to rock on the same stage
At the same time and they all off key
If you really bout peace, then you ride with me
If you're
this beat go hard bitch
And ima go harder together we the hardest
You a good musician but I'm still a better artist
We could rock the same shit, but I'm
an artist
Come baby, rock me
You can't stay in Florida, babe I know you bored of
The same routines
Wishing, reminiscing we could've had more of bliss
And all
of them Artists do the RNB /
Other them Artists do the Rock music /
they do the dancehall, they do the good vibes BUT /
Reggae music could a lock down
regardless
Coz I sound better than them veterans and I'm a new artist
The Radiant Rock, you can't see no flaws on my pinky
And I be stunting coz I pump crack
Blew up and goin' mad
Bart Simpson, even with it
Dropped a single with his dad
This is dedicated to the Hip Hop artist
Those who rock hardest
playin' with real scrilla, nigga
I'm still ballin', flossin' and shot callin
Yuk' and Lil' Flip goin' show you who boss hoggin'
Y'all stompin' artist
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