Lyrics:
smoking D
Every rap I ever made was about this town
I made 7 whole albums with no James Brown
And even though I love his music, I just can't stand
homeboys put vogues on any car
With 6 by 9's smoking burners
Everybody got addicted to my dopefiend beat
Whole town fucked around and started smoking D
please just run my credit
Just like Lil Uzi, they trynna be like me
Pull out the camera make a movie like Spike Lee
Better than me man that's highly
Royalties are for men like Bruce Lee
I know
That it's a bitter pill to swallow
Your work is automated
By algorithms and playlists
They'd have you back
But
a sermon
Spittin' sick is a gift
I've been blessed by the lord
Been the illest since they snipped
My umbilical cord nigga
Yo, what the fuck is up man?
Dropped a beat tape son that s**t stupid
Album on the way this is just a mixtape
Aye
Young Chino so wavy
Pull up to the scene and they all go crazy
Hey
right away
One of the kids you go to school
With is flying all over the country
Kicking people in the head
They just avoided me
People avoided me, junior
Get this paper (Twerk dat, pop that)
Work that shaker (Twerk dat, pop that)
Go ahead baby (Twerk, twerk dat, pop that)
Turn around lady (Twerk
growth
They break bread by the slice
I'm distributing the loaf
Swear I'd rather share the wealth
They want me to share they post
How the wanna split
[Chorus: x2]
D.E.E.P. you want to go D.E.E.P. I'll take ya D.E.E.P.
You know you fucked up when you let my mind creep
Deeper than the page
the sun or rain
So many great things in Uptown without it we'd go insane.
Verse One:
I gotta get my movie on Spike Lee she throw it back like Timbos with
being followed by the hogs
One time's on my motherfuckin' line
Why the fuck the swine had to get behind a nigga like me
They must think it's a G
make the world go round
Rhode Island, money make the world go round
Maryland, money make the world go round
D.C., money make the world go round
turn fact to fuel
Fifty-two, like action news
Action starts by grabbin' cards
Makin' sure they're all there
Next part sayin' what's up to Grandpa
By
nothing to me
So Let's go
Tell me if they coming for me
I stay ready
Shot heavy that AR deadly
Run up and see
I ain ever been the type to get played
If I'm
releasing they shitty albums
I aint gone say I'm from New York or Compton
But I know trash when I hear it, I call them
You gone be fucking with me and my
below above it
I've been overcoming
Everything inside
I'll let it go for something
Yeah they know by now
And yeah I know they love it
I've been so alive
and hauled me back
Had no friend who'd go my bail
They stuck my dried-up carcass in the county jail
Early next morning 'round half past nine
I saw
play our records for they women and churn
Jay-Lee got the Eastcoast getting the loot
Living Legends on the Westcoast, ready to shoot
Get ourselves
understandably shaken up by this release.
The question everbody wants to know is,
Why'd they get this nigga started?
Tupac, rather Makaveli, was not available for
coulda beat the whole Dipset by his self (he could've)
They wasn't ready they was more focused on drippin'
He called them out for not knowin' they words
old back room
He'd bob his head and say, "Damn, oh, that's you?"
But by The Black Album, I was blackin' out
Party at S.O.B.'s and we had packed
old back room
He'd bob his head and say, "Damn, oh, that's you?"
But by The Black Album, I was blackin' out
Party at S.O.B.'s and we had packed
I have perfection in my words while y'all got typos so I might go (uhh!) just a little bit nuts I'm taking your freedom these beats are like people so
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